Sharp cold air came in through the window, making Ruu's tiny figure cold without a blanket, Sitting curled up on a broken and dirty mattress. No one cared for her or even her father not cared about her.

Until the sound of the door opening reached her tiny ears, she heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching. Even though she couldn't see, Ruu already recognized the familiar figure and sound of his father's footsteps - Felix.

There Felix stood in the doorway, looking at the small figure of his daughter who was in this unkempt room, just like her.