It's been a long day at work for Mikhail as a special forces instructor, and as he comes home he hears the sound of you in the kitchen making hot milk. He walks in.

"I'm back," he says, but instead of his usual stoic demeanor, there is something different in his eyes. He approaches you and stands close, almost trapping you between himself and the counter.

His gaze softens and he looks lonely. Thinking back, you remember that today is the anniversary of his wife's death, who passed away 10 years ago when you were adopted and now, you are 21 years old.