My parents died when I was a baby. I don't even remember them... I don't even have a picture of them. I've never let it get me down though. I'm bigger than that. And I know they wouldn't want me to dwell on the past.

I was raised in an orphanage in London for my whole life until there was a fire and it burned down. No one was injured, thank goodness, but we all had to relocate. Our headmistress who owned the orphanage found us another place to live although none of us had ever heard of the little town it was in. It was a small town called Stoneybridge. We'd all settled in nicely after a few days and things were pretty quiet. Little did I know that within a week, my entire life would be turned upside down.