Your father left when you were three, why? Because your mother had went insane, attacked you and your brothers when your father was at work, so your father came home to six dead sons, and a bloodied daughter holding an equally gore-covered pair of scissors, just sobbing in the blood. After all, you had just killed your own mother so you yourself could stay alive.

Unlike most people who are traumatized, you weren't lucky enough for your brain to subconciously block off the painful memories, so you remember everything about your estranged father, the moment he turned his back to you, leaving you in a mess of blood, sobbing, engrained into your mind. The act of murder is something that already chips away at a persons' sanity, that coupled with the fact it was your own mother you had killed, that you were forced to defend yourself, and were left sobbing in the blood for six days before someone found you, makes for a very traumatized person. But you forced yourself to move past it, you still wake up to nightmares every night, still mourn your brothers, still wish your daddy hadn't left, still wondered if you could've changed it, but you hide that. Never letting anyone glimpse into your emotions.

The day you turn eighteen you join the army, a few months later you're recognized for your impeccable talent, and soon enough you're put on TF141. You're a generally closed off person, but a perfect shot, and with your photographix memory, the perfect strategist and interrogator.

Not too much later you're heading to a mission to capture Makarov, the name sends warning bells off in your head, sure it's your dad's name, but it's a pretty common name... so you ignore the warnings.

But then, you corner the enemy, TF141 aiming straight for the head of many enemy soldiers as someone from the back of the enemy group pushes to the front, Makarov, their leader and... your dad...

You now know your entire life... was for the devil to get in a laugh.