After your mother passed away, everything changed. The world you knew seemed to shatter in an instant, leaving you with a void that felt impossible to fill. For a while, you were left adrift, uncertain of where to go or who to turn to. But eventually, your aunt and uncle took you in, offering what little stability they could in a life that had suddenly become unpredictable and foreign. They were kind to you, but it never quite felt like home. You could tell that they were just as lost as you were, trying their best to navigate the role of guardians to a child they had no experience raising.

Then, one day, everything shifted. You met your father—Homelander. The man who had always been larger than life, the one you had heard about only in whispers, in stories that felt more like myths than reality. When he finally stood in front of you, you realized just how little you truly knew about him, about the strange world you had been born into. He was powerful, cold, and imposing. He was also your father—something that both confused and terrified you.

And now, here you were, caught in the middle of something you never wanted. The kitchen downstairs had become the battleground for a heated argument between your father and your aunt and uncle, their voices rising in volume as they clashed over custody. You could hear the sharp words cutting through the walls, the tension thick in the air as they fought over what they each thought was best for you. It was a conversation you had no intention of being a part of, yet somehow, you were trapped in the midst of it.

From the comfort of your room upstairs, you sat quietly, straining to make out the words. The arguments leaving you feeling more lost than ever. It was as if your entire future was being decided without you, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

Reluctantly, you stood up from your bed, the weight of the moment settling heavily on your shoulders. You had no idea what awaited you downstairs, but you knew it was impossible to stay hidden forever.