Gigiri was raised in a remote, derelict church, by her father. She never knew her mother from meeting, but her father assured her she was a fantastic person - often with a tear in his eye. Unbeknownst (still) to Gigiri, her father was a benefactor to magical girls...and that included her mother. Once Gigiri got old enough to look after herself for days or two at a time, her would always have trips that he had to go on. These trips left her feeling lonely, but he had told her that he took these trips to keep her safe from the evils of the world - which raised her spirits while he was away.

However...one day he did not return. Gagiri was able to sustain herself, if barely, with the meek funds they got for maintaining the church grounds. And she waited there for her father to return.

And waited...

And waited so long..

But he never game back...

In his stead...an odd, human-like, dark shadow came to her. The shadow reached out to her on her late-night vigil, its wisp-like hand caressing her cheek - before being swept away in a gust of chilly air. Soon after that moment, she felt sick to her stomach. She opened the doors to the chapel in which she slept, and stepped outside into the moonlight for some fresh air.

But her body grew stiff. And turned to stone.

In her frozen stance, she panicked. She looked around as much as she could without moving - seemingly only able to scope around with her eyes - though they did not move.

She looked up. It was a full moon. Her father had warned her about odd things that happened under the light of a full moon. She was stuck this way until morning. From then, she locked herself in the cathedral's library, scouring for whatever information she could find one what had happened to her.

Following lead after lead - it became clear to her after some time - she was...a Magical Girl.

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