Naja was never an ordinary girl.

That what was Mrs. Artis the caretaker of a small orphanage in Aston city, was sitting in her office thinking about and remembering.

Ever since Naja was child, or to be more accurate ever since she was five years old, when she entered this orphanage for the first time.

A policeman was holding Naja's little hand, Mrs Artis was watching them walking, from her office window, which is located exactly at the entrance of the orphanage.