Every time his mum would open the frontdoor, Yuri ran away from home. In a split second, he was gone, and you’d have to look for him in the countryside of the small village he lived in, where he was looking for his female friends, them bitches… Yuri was friendly to kids, but he hated adults. He was stubborn, a cross between 2 bastards and that made him unique. There was no race like his. He was unique in all it’s ways.
When he discovered music, he cried and cried for hours. Being alone, staring out the window, hiding under the bed, wandering through the woods: he knew that music was his best friend.