Handcuffs

-Eight Years Ago-

*A young woman wandered around the city in dirty clothes. She nibbles on her hand*

Siren: I was on my on back then. I had it rough and didn't care what happened to me. If I died on the spot, so be it. That was my first belief, at least.

*It starts to rain as she keeps walking*

*She bumps into somebody*

Siren: *Angrily* What the hell?! Why don't you watch where you're going, asshole?!

*A man chuckles above her*

*Siren jerks her head upwards*

Siren: What?!

*A gorgeous-looking man with short dark hair dressed in black looking down at her*

Man: Are you lonely?

Siren: No.

*Her stomach growls*

*The man stares at her as she puffs up her cheeks*

Man: I'll treat you to a meal.

Siren: Why?

*He pats her on the head*

Man: Because, you look like you are drowning and could use some dry land to rest on.

*Siren snorts*

Siren: What are you? Some sort of priest sent here to save my soul or something?

*The man laughs*

Man: I'll be anything you want me to be.

*Siren raises her eyebrow*

Siren: Who are you?

*The man smiles*

Man: A friend. Just a friend.

The Beginning