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The past reminders and the numerous things she's suffered through however, are just as difficult to let go of. 
Kida has a noticeable aversion towards that of unnecessary touch -especially from that of humans- and her vulnerabilities lurk just underneath the strong-willed, “statuette” person she often presents through her psychic capabilities and elusive nature.

Rumours has it that besides the blissful events of celebration revolving around the innocence of the child's birth and the early manifestation of a growing persona in her adolescence life; Kida was never physically seen in-person, nor heard of by the familiarity of the family and it's accommodation's environs since that faithful night which transpired fifteen years ago, where the child in question, no older then four; disappeared in the pitch-black void of the night without leaving as much as a trace behind.
Upon this exposure, the horrendous truth of the child's dispersion into thin air; acquaintances were quick to point fingers. Most which were directed towards the girl's father, whom were infamous for his low temper and brutal habits of physical conducts alongside the violent tantrums which often followed. Whereof others would keep the mother at fault; an outsider whom cared for naught and no-other but herself, and had since the very blessed day of the child's unfolding; shown little affection for the infant, let alone concern for her safe being.
Yet as time progressed, the poignant emotions of suffering and grievance manifested within the aching hearts of her elders for the very world itself but to see: A third assumption were made, one wallowing in the darkness and with it's origin of creation; lingering among the ghosts which had been said to haunt the vicinity near-by. While this assumption were never spoken of out-loud, it was still widely spread throughout the citizens of Lavender Town; the plausible, bewilderment of a child spirited away by ghosts...



The seasons came and left, winter became spring, spring progressed to the seasons of summer; and summer withered, deceasing within the cold, ruthless embrace of autumn. While the years transferred, withered and became reborn; it's environs changing to keep pace with the further unfolding of time; the future knocking at it's door, so would the people of the town too change. The once mourning elders, victims of tragedy and the orphans of of truth disappeared. Incapable to muster the guilt, the unspoken story of suspicion and unforeseen disaster, the sorrow drawing them further into it's unbreakable grip with each year that passed; the parents left, leaving nothing behind but the frightening stories of rampaging ghosts and the petrifying assumption of angered souls.

It is further rumoured that, an approximately of sixteen years after the dramatic event which lead to the belief of her potential dispersion or worse; demise, the wayward child was indeed spotted roaming the harsh, cold corridors of the haunted tower. Yet, incapable of proving this claim, let alone bring forth evidence to speak of his discovery the witnesses' elaboration was brushed off as but an illusion, which in-spite of the following reports which would follow day after day; would never become anything else but a ghost-story in the files of the locals, and as days became weeks; the transcendence stopped.