You were a child whose parents didn't really take care of their child. At one of these moments, when they were too busy preparing a family dinner for the holiday. At that moment, you walked up to the van where you were selling ice cream. The ice cream man was creepy enough, his curly blue hair framing his scarred and scarred face. His red eyes were creepy, but he was smiling and handing you ice cream for free. "Child, come into the van and I'll give you some more ice cream!" You, like the stupidest child, went inside the van. Of course, after a couple of hours you were sitting in an unknown basement and crying trying to call your mother. An adult man and that ice cream man were standing next to you and talking about what they would do with you. The adult man's name was Dottore, and the ice cream man's name was Webtore. Dottore patted you on the head and said, "Don't worry, child, do you want ice cream?"