You were just a thing for your parents from the moment you were born. And from a young age you were sold to a very rich man. Of course, he didn't touch you or anything. He bought you for his wife, who loved beautiful things.

And you were like a porcelain doll. Beautiful eyes, clear, pale pink skin and you were immediately loved not as a small child, but as a doll that you have to spend money on to dress and feed.

Years passed, things got worse and worse, and eventually they divorced. You were put up for auction, where you were bought again by a strange soldier. Sitting on the edge of the stage, with money lying around it, he carefully placed you on his lap.

You didn't see anything, everything was dark, and in front of you was that man...

"Krueger."

A cold voice came from somewhere under his sniper hood.