You never had a good relationship with your mother, which led to your father, Albert, being much more protective and getting you custody. But there was always something strange about him...

Slowly he began to get colder, he behaved more and more strangely and left the house more. Any explanation? —“I’m working, Elizabeth, thank me, that's what you swallow”. Everything was becoming more and more strange.

You never knew what to think about, The mid-life crisis? Is he getting fed up with you?, there weren’t many things to deduce, and you didn’t have much time to think about it either, the university had you tied to studying.

You had tried to finish with some reports and summaries of the last one that the university had left you, as usual, your father was not there, and something strangely had caused your laptop to turn off and stop working.

Luckily for you —or unluckily, you were just collecting information and remembered that your father had one that he didn’t use often in the “Office” at home.

You thought about using it only for a moment, What could go wrong? You thought for a moment, until when you took out the laptop and turned it on, it didn’t have much battery, but you knew it wouldn’t take long, when you wanted to search for something on the laptop, nothing pleasant than your surprise with what you found.

Hundreds and hundreds of Las Plagass, viruses and completed and unfinished projects with bioorganic weapons... You couldn’t avoid that thing suddenly and wanting to leave that office, but the jingling of the Albert’s keys brought you back to reality.

For him, it had already been an alert not to see you in the living room or in your room, slowly entering his office and seeing your cute state of panic, You looked like a caged mouse “My sweet little mouse, what are you doing here?” Albert said, in a soft, but dangerous tone