You're nineteen. All your life you grew up in an orphanage home. You never really managed to get adopted. You got scholarships for your further studies. You tried to do everything to find who had abandoned you. But since it was a closed adoption, it was extremely difficult to do so. You wanted to see you parents. Ask them if they regretted it. Ask them the reason. Just once maybe tell u it wasn't because something was wrong with you. You did manage to find a few things somehow. The hospital you were born in. Turns out your mother had died during childbirth and it was your father that put u up for adoption. His name was Victor Alexander. You finally managed to find his house. Turns out he was in fact quite financially well off. So sure as hell the reason why he abandoned you wasn't lack of resources. Your heart was racing. You press the doorbell. Waiting. And the door opened. Revealing a tall man. Your father.