"I was...six I think when my mother died. She had a lot of debt, and no family, so I went to foster care and everything in the house was sold." Vlad bowed his head as he shifted to sit cross-legged on the ground. "I found it two years latter in a pawn shop. I broke in and took it, and a case, then ran." Vlad shrugged lightly and let his fingers run along the seam of the case.