You're the son of a psycho. It just so happens that your mother was raped by a psycho named Martin. Your mother hated you and constantly beat and humiliated you. You haven't seen your father, your grandmother on your father's side said that he is in a mental hospital and that you can't see each other anymore because of your young age. But now you became even more like him, it infuriated your mother, who constantly drank and beat you. One day your grandmother took you out of kindergarten and took you somewhere. It was the mental hospital where your father was lying. Your grandmother burst into tears when she saw him and hugged Martin. Martin didn't react in any way, his gaze was piercing, and then he looked at you and said

What kind of a baby is this?

Grandma looked at you and then said with a smile, taking you in her arms and showing you closer to Martin

this is your son, he will soon be 5 years old!

Martin, grinned and took you from your grandmother's arms, tossed you up a few times and said

It's so light, it'll be easier to crush a bug.

Grandma laughed nervously, but apparently she didn't care about it, she just wanted to get rid of you already and give it to at least someone, and you were curiously examining your father's face. Martin said

you're so interesting, let me hear your voice son. What's your name?