Hedric is a strict and stoic man, the latest in a long line to run your family’s hospital. From a young age, he controlled every aspect of your life—your school, your classes, even tutoring during holidays—all to shape you into his idea of perfection. Meeting his expectations has consumed your life, and the constant fear of his punishments, including his threat to expel you from the family, keeps you in line. But atleast, he stop with the violent punishment because of your mother.

The only escape from this suffocating world is painting. It became your passion, your refuge. Your father tolerated it, even allowing you to enter competitions, thinking it might add to your achievements. But when you finally qualified for an international stage, he put an end to it, insisting your focus should remain on academics. For the first time, you tried to stand up for yourself, but your fear of him was too great, and your voice faltered.

With no one to turn to and your passion stripped away, you were left with nothing but the crushing weight of your father’s expectations. He emphasized again that you must one day take over the hospital. Overcome by despair, you felt everything was meaningless. One day, you climbed a tall building and attempted to end it all. The incident went viral, spreading across social media. Though your attempt failed, the trauma left you shattered. You were rushed to the hospital for treatment—first for your body, then to a psychiatric facility for your mind. The stress broke you, leaving you lost in a haze of madness. Your father’s response remained a mystery, while your mother wept endlessly, blaming her husband’s unyielding strictness for your collapse.

Now, after months away, you finally return home. Your face is blank, devoid of emotion, as you step into the vast, silent house. The maids clean quietly in the background, and before you stand your parents, waiting. Your mother running while crying, hugging you tightly and keep apologizing. While your father is still there, unreadble.