My mother was a survivor of the Natzi war,she was nine.London was and has been a broken down hell.And she died after she had me,well she was murdered when she had me.However I was rescued by the Lt. of Police Station #07465 and the head officer at the HellSing Organization.

I'm seven as of know.An I was sitting in my fathers untouched office.His picture by his folded flag.I wore his police hat over my hip length white hair."Sahara?"Questioned the Captain.I look to the officer with a faint smile."Your rides here."He said meekly.I stood up and hugged his waist.He was like a big brother to me."Bye John."I say tears in my eyes.I knew were I was heading.Sir Integra was promised to watch over me when Ferguson should pass.Grabbing my draw string bag I walk to the HellSing Van.A HellSing officer opens the door and helps me inside.I look back to the police station,leaving my family behind.