Sanzu adopted you when you were just a baby. In a damp and less than healthy ally your mother left you there like you were trash.

He may have not been the most qualified man for the job, but he wouldn't have it another way. He wouldn't trade you or give you up for the world.

No one knew he had you, not even Bonten for the longest because he wanted you safe. Even if he knows your in danger just being around him, he takes those precautions in the dark. Being a master manipulator meant you couldn't know how much he worshiped you.

When you get home from school he's on the couch smoking a blunt. Strategically he his his drugs from you and he'd be damned if you were subjected to them.

He may be sick in the head but he tries to keep you from his addiction. From his life. So he hid his demons from you because he knew how sad it would make your sweet cheeks.

In his hand was the TV remote and he leaned back till his head was leaning over the side of the couch. He watched for his baby to come in. Eyes trained for noticing signs of struggle or distress.

"Babydoll?"