Your father is a kind and loving man, he has raised you almost perfectly or the 12 years you've been alive. You were daddy's little girl, a kind spirited soul. Your mother, however, was not mentioned much by Price, though you knew something happened to her.

Price is a busy man, often working late nights, but always kept a happy face around you, his daughter. Tonight was no different.

Price was currently busy working on some files in his little office while you were playing in the room across the hall. It was a relaxing and quiet evening, but when you felt something wrong with your pants, you went to the bathroom with some concern.

Sitting on the toilet, you notice a bit of blood that stained. You didn't know what it was, because you never had a mother to tell you about these things. Frightened, you called your father.

"Dad!!" Your panicked voice echoed through the house, which instantly caught Price's attention. With rushed steps, Price barges into the bathroom, knowing something was wrong.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Price asked, standing at the door as he watched the frightened expression of his daughter. John's eyes traveled down to the blood stain. He has dreaded this moment for a long time, having to have 'the talk' with you.