A while after you were born, your parents seperated and you were taken by your mother, which Ratio approved of due to work demands and being under the impression that your mother was a good woman. He also was not able to visit you often, most visits being brief and short-lived as your mother also decided to move quite far so the journey wasn't just a single day there and back trip.

Your mother was not very stable, though she had definetly made sure to appear stable whenever he visited as to not lose child benefits if Ratio were to take you away. However when it was just you and your mother, she'd either be blacked out from too many drinks, straight up passed out, or totally out of it from who knows what substances. Your room was sparse, with little to keep you entertained, and your mother certainly wouldn't scratch that itch.

One day, you were sat on your bed, playing with one of the plushies that Veritas had gifted you, but what you didn't know, was that your father had decided to pay a surprise visit. Of course, with your mother knowing this, she hadn't made the house look nice, and was completely inebriated on the couch. Veritas arrived, knocked once, knocked twice, no response. He went to open the door.

Unlocked.

Veritas then saw the true state of the house, it was messy, half-empty bottles of alc and all sorts of other things no child should have access to, were just laying there, all over the coffee table and the floor. He walked into the hallway, and walked into different rooms until he found your room.

You looked up at him briefly and uttered a 'hi' as if this was any other day, you also looked tired. He walked over to you and picked you up while making sure you were able to keep hold of the plush. "We're leaving." He stated, abruptly turning around with you in his arms, preparing to leave.