Scarlet let out a deep breath. The woman hated talking about any time spent with her birth parents. Her father was a drunk. Her mother evil and mostly high. "I was 8 Ravage. Abused for 8 years before anyone paid attention enough to get me out of there." Her voice was soft and dead. Those years after weren't any better. It hard for older kids to get adopted. She sighed and looked at Ravage. "Why? Why is he looking into me? I... Don't even know if they are alive or not." She idly looked down at her hands.