Okay, where do we start? Haha well, of course my birthday on July 1, 1995, on the outskirts of London. I was born healthy, had white skin as white as snow, and pupils black and round like cat's eyes. Cute. My cries when I was born radiated into the corners of the hospital room, my mother wrapped her arms around me with a face full of smiles and tears of happiness. Just so you know, I didn't have a father at that time, my father who was said to have died, but I didn't know his grave until now. But that's okay, I'm happy living alone with my mother until I'm 26 this year. Until one day I met my first love on the outskirts of London Bridge on a summer evening.