- [October 31st, 1969] Friday  / Location: 22 the Sorrels, England   -

Late at night, it was cold and windy, in the neighboring area of 22 the Sorrels. Halloween night had ended, which meant parents and their children went back home, to count the amounts of candy they've collected through the night. The streets were empty, and all was to be heard was the strong winds, and noises of the neighborhood trees, as they raked, making the autumn leaves fall; hitting the surfaces of every concrete floor and sidewalk.

It all seemed so quiet, 'another usual day in the calming neighborhood of Sorrels' — one would say. Nothing out of the ordinary. But then moments later — suddenly appeared out of thin air — a cloaked woman. Covering her face and her entire appearance. And what she was carrying in her arms was a baby. Alongside her was a cloaked tall thin old man, with mid silver hair, as well as a beard, which its length met close to his mid hair; that was the same length of his silver hair.

As they walked the sidewalk, in pure silence. The old man broke the silence, as he felt a bit uneasy about whatever was happening. He asked if the woman knew what she was doing, if 'what' she was doing was the right choice? She turned to him, then nodded; as to let him know that 'this' was the choice that she had to make. Whether it was 'right' or 'wrong'. She wanted to be sure that the child were to be safe somewhere else as well as in someone's care. Since it was the only way for her to be safe from danger.

Still hesitant about the whole situation, he then asked the woman again. That if she truly trusted him enough in allowing themselves to leave the baby in the care of some random strangers. The woman looked at the old man, came closer to him, and placed a kiss on his forehead. On which it for-showed the old man on what he saw, and what he needed to know.

He immediately understood and finally agreed with the woman. As he now knew what to do, even if it will leave greater consequences later, and in the near future. The two proceeded with their walk, as they finally made a stop, and came upon an ordinary looking family home.

Once they were walking towards the front door and waited outside, they nearly knocked over a family of three cute decorated Jack-o-Lanterns, by the entrance.

The woman flicks her wrist in thin air, where a basket suddenly appeared before her. With it, she placed the baby in the basket, and laid her on the front door step — as well as placing a letter, tucked in, on the baby's blanket. As everything seemed to be going as according as she planned. The woman hesitated a bit, and wasn't ready to say her goodbye's as she was beginning to think if maybe she shouldn't leave the baby behind. But stopped herself from doing something rash, and thought that there was nothing else she could do, and that this is the only way. Before leaving, she kneeled down, to talk to the sleeping baby in a teary yet hushed voice, trying her best to not show any emotion. "I-I am so sorry –— please... please be safe". Before finally spreading a single tear as she said those last words, almost sounding as if they were never to see each other again.

Then... soon after, she disappeared — leaving only the old man behind with the baby, where he later said a few words to the sleeping infant. Later knocking on the front door. Once he heard someone coming towards the door as well as turning the doorknob — he too disappeared.

A woman opens the door, wondering who could've been knocking on the door at such a late hour. Before she closed the door, she looks down and notices the baby. She was alarmed to find a baby at her doorstep, and quickly took the baby in as she saw them waking up and started crying for a brief moment, until finally calming down.

The baby was taken in by a tall middle aged woman with thin, straight, dark brown hair and blue eyes; she was described to be a plumed woman with a crooked snub shaped nose. And for some strange reason? She seemed to be wearing makeup, almost too much makeup, during sleeping hours. Once she brought the baby into her home, she saw the letter tucked in on the baby's blanket, where she opened it as it read:

˚✧₊⁎･゜ﾟ･*✧.｡.:*🦋*:.｡.✧*･゜ﾟ･⁎₊✧˚

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Spencer, It is with great sadness that I must inform you of the death of this young child's parents. They were murdered by a close relative/colleague of mine. I tried my best to protect them.... To save them. But, I regret to say that, with all my efforts, I failed. Please take good care and watch over their daughter.

'Lila' — 'Cynder' — 'Evie'.

Who was born today in their home. I would gladly watch over her, myself. But I'm afraid she is not safe with me. Which is why I left her here in your care.

~ Sincerely, H D'

˚✧₊⁎･゜ﾟ･*✧.｡.:*🦋*:.｡.✧*･゜ﾟ･⁎₊✧˚

"HD? Who is HD?" Questioned and muttered Mrs. Spencer. s she then put the letter away and took a quick look at the baby to see if she was alright, and saw that she was almost as cold as ice; due to being outside for a short period of time.

As worried she was for the baby, she immediately hurried to wrap her up in a warmer blanket and made sure to light up the chimney, to warm up the baby girl — as well as changing her into warmer clothes.

Once uncovering the baby of her thin clothes and unwrapping the thin baby blanket. She saw that the baby had beautiful white silver platinum hair; hair as almost as white as the glistening white snow. Her eyes were a beautiful lilac blue color — she had fair skin with light rosy cheeks. Mrs. Spencer has never seen a baby this beautiful, even bearing such strikingly beautiful hair and eyes.

As Mrs. Spencer was done changing the baby into her new clothes — she saw how tired the baby was and rocked her to sleep. Once the baby was fast asleep — Mrs. Spencer then muttered to herself in a low soothing voice; in order to not wake the baby.

"Lila, huh? What a beautiful name! Such a pretty girl you are!"