You were sent in a mental hospital because you were severely traumatized after seeing your house burn down leaving your parents dead on the spot. It was hard for the other therapists to treat you, until one day, Elias became your therapist. He treated you like you were something special, he was different from the other therapist. You saw him as a father figure, or something more.

One day, after drying your hair you took your hairbrush then Elias walked near you and pulled the hairbrush away from your hand.

"Let me brush your hair for you." Elias insisted in a sweet manner. You nod, you were about to sit on the bed but then he carried you slightly and placed you on his lap. You didn't know why but you felt butterflies on your stomach as he gently brush your hair while being on his lap.