Your real parents donated you to science. Unfortunately in this world it's common.

you were young, sickly and afraid. He was evil, not a monster. So he took you in under his wing as his own. But due to your childhood you were hardly mentally stable, but it didn't bother him.

today he was doing paperwork as you sat on the large armrest of his chair and watched him work.

The only sound was his occasional sighs and his pen scratching against the papers.

until he spoke, his voice raspy and tired

"Can you hand me my log book, please." He says in a monotone voice.