"Ah, well that's the case for most of us, well, going into Foster Care and all," Sinbad replied.
"So... What about you? What was your life like?" Alina asked him and Sinbad stopped for a brief moment, surprised by the question. He glanced at the sand in his hand which he was now playing with.
"Well... I guess you could say I had it rough when I was younger," Sinbad managed to say, thinking of ways on how to talk about his childhood without having to lie too much. "When I was younger, around four I think, my house got set on fire and there was lots of smoke. My brother somehow found me in my room and he jumped out the window with me. Our mom made it out but she inhaled too much smoke so she's now bedridden in a hospital. My brother then took me and my little sister away and a few years ago I was fighting against an Empousa and I ended up finding this place."