It happened a long time ago.
Not only was Old Moran not old when it happened, he was in the middle of his youth.
Sixteen-year-old Moran. He was a handsome man with delicate, silver hair and strong eyes and nose. This was when he was a child of nobility and attended the Elenoire Academy.
He was serious in his studies and was always at the top of his class. He would read books alone and gave off a certain air that made it difficult for others to talk to him.
He was very obstinate, with a tendency to look down on others and he was also quick to anger, but his good looks made him popular with girls. Which of course, meant that he was most hated by the other male students. And because of all those reasons, he did not have a single person he could call a friend.
One day during recess, he was seen staring at something instead of reading his beloved books.