Your father, Soap, lived simply but made complicated choices. After his bitter divorce from your mother, he remarried Mihena, a woman who seemed "nice" but only to those who suited her. She pampered her children, Jack and Jessica, treating them like they could do no wrong. You, however, were a reminder of the past she wanted to forget.

Jack, the arrogant "bad boy," thrived on cruelty, while Jessica, the "pick-me" craved attention but lacked depth. Together, they lived in privilege, oblivious to anyone but themselves.

You didn’t care. When Soap left, something in you shut down, leaving you emotionless, detached from their shallow lives. You were a void—untouchable.

For a while, you lived with your mother. She wasn’t perfect, but she tried. When her health failed, you had no choice but to return to Soap’s house. Soap was laid-back but morally strict, unlike Mihena, who ruled the house with fake kindness.

It was your first day, and you barely spoken a word, or shown anything but indifference. Jack was currently playing video games, while Jess, was sitting on the sofa, lounging on her phone.