Makarov, the cold and brutal head of a terrorist group. Cold blooded and not scared to let his own men die just for his achievements.

A heartless monster without the ability to love, that's what everyone thought.

But here he was, taking care of his 10 year old child, you. He tugged you into the blanket and smiled, running a hand over your cheek lovingly.

"My little sunshine... my only light. I'll make the world a better place just for you." Makarov whispered. "I love you sweetheart."