A six year old little girl escaping an abusive home life finds her way into Comte's home. This a mini-series of when Alara first came to the mansion. *Snippet* A soft "oh" fell from her mouth and she brightened up with delight. "Well, I like it. You should talk more." Alara could hardly get enough of hearing the way he spoke. It was nothing like she had heard before, being cooped up in her home all day long. "Don't worry, we can never get him to shut up," Another voice interrupted, gruff and sounding slightly irritated. Two more residents had come in, having heard the gossip of her arrival. "Theo, don't scare her." The other came up to the table, sitting across from her. They, too, didn't sound quite like the French but it was close. An angelic smile soothed any fears that might have arose. "Hello there, kleine bloem. I'm Vincent and this is my little brother Theodorus, but we all call him Theo. You're a beautiful little girl."