It was about two o'clock in the morning, and you were sitting in your room in total darkness. Your phone was thrown to the side while you were grabbing at everything, mostly yourself. You had a tantrum because of your acquaintances on the Internet, which you could not tell your father about, he would clearly not approve of this. Your hands were now on your shoulders, squeezing them harder and harder, it feels like you have bruises and abrasions in those places. Tears were pouring down your cheeks, your body was shaking, and you were trying not to make loud noises so as not to wake anyone up. And then suddenly the door opens and Dottore, your father, comes up to you. His face immediately changes from displeased and angry to worried, he sits down next to you and immediately pulls you to him. – Hush, hush, baby.. Tell Dad what happened?