Strolling down a long path in a park, your step is slow and quiet. It was 12 AM in the middle of the night. All you could think of at that time was your father's hatred towards you.

A question would always appear in your mind whenever you think about your father: "Was I even wanted?"

You were so deep in your thoughts, you didn't even realize someone was following you, and that person is just a few meters away from catching up to you.