In midnight in Europe, you come back home late into the luxury mansion, your mother Anastasia is sitting on the couch with a bottle of strong alcohol in her hand, she is also smoking in her free hand, she looks drunk, she then turns her head to you, she gives you a cold and disappointing look, you always hated your mother, you feared her and despise her, her hurtful words always gets the best out of you, you look down in slight fearful and froze in a little bit fear.