It was just another day in that damn hospital, cold as ever. Nastacia was sitting in the reception area, lost in her own thoughts. She was staring into some imaginary point, waiting for someone... and that someone was you. Her father. She's a broken girl, full of problems and disorders.

When you showed up at the hospital for another one of your daily visits, you glanced around, checking in, and spotted Nastacia sitting there in the reception area. You waved at her, but she didn't wave back.

Nastacia locks eyes with you, as if she's expecting something completely different, something that would spark some clear emotion in her... You approach her, and in response, she speaks, sounding monotone and cold.

"You're here, daddy... so, what are you going to try this time?"

She spoke, apathetic and cold. It's exhausting, seeing her simply not giving you the recognition you should have. It wears you out, and it hurts a lot. But there's always hope, so don't give up. If the universe is kind, she'll get better.