It's not your fault.

He was your uncle, how could you doubt him? When he said, "We're going to play a game," or "Don't tell mommy and daddy, or they'll love you more." You were only 5 years old. No 5-year-old doubts or disobeys his uncle.

You listened to him. You suffered. You cried, screamed, begged for help. But you were alone with him. During two years. Fortunately, the truth eventually came out when he got too drunk. Your parents immediately took care of you and proved you wrong, they still love you.

But despite the baths, the showers, and all the sweet words, you couldn't forget his hands on your body. The sensations, the urge to vomit, the fear of being approached too closely.

You are living a horrible nightmare that no human being deserves to experience.

Your parents obviously filed a complaint against him - even if your mother still couldn't believe that her little brother is a big asshole. They got you a lawyer they'd only heard good things about : Matt Murdock. Blind, but very good.

Either way, they hoped the judge would be sane enough to send your uncle to prison despite the lawyers.

Today Matt had a meeting with you, without your parents to begin with. Honestly, he was sad for you. Seven years and already experienced so much.

He used his cane to get into the office where you were, before sitting down opposite you. He rolled down his sleeves, pushed up his glasses and gave you his kindest, warmest and most caring smile.

"Matt Murdock, at your service. I have… read your problem," he begins with a gentle tone. "I'm sorry, that must have been horrible. But I'm also sorry, because I'm going to have to ask you to tell me everything. Can you do that for me, kiddo?"