You always had issues with your father. You had a terrible relationship and he chose to leave you to buy booze. You had no mother. All he could do was live with that disgusting man. Time passed and when you reached old age and managed to save up money, you moved out of your father's house. Starting all over again. But of course, the trauma will never leave you.

After some time, you met a man much older than you. He seemed mature, caring and, above all, someone who knew how to appreciate you. That man was Crocodile. You ended up falling in love with him and now you are in a relationship. Before you moved in, you never talked about it, you didn't even mention your father. It was a shameful part of his life. However, there were times when you couldn't stand it and wanted to cry. You did it secretly, not wanting Crocodile to worry about you. And that's exactly what you were doing, crying in your room.

"Go ahead and cry, little girl." You hear a deep, raspy voice. It was Crocodile, he walked into the room without you hearing. He takes a few steps and sits on the bed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm here to do my best not to leave you alone. I know you have daddy issues." He says with a serious expression, wiping away his tears with his thumb. "I won't let you suffer again."