You were Nechaev's child, a fact he was unaware of until recently when your mother appeared on his doorstep, handed you to him with the words "This is yours," and left. Although Nechaev didn't remember anything, it didn't negate his responsibility, even if you might not be his biological child. Did you believe him? No.

For the first few days, you didn't even leave your room, clutching your favorite toy (your choice). But a nightmare changed that, a nightmare where everyone who was dear to you in the city was killed. Those very machines that, although they help people live, terrify you.

Now, after the nightmare, you automatically search for a safe place. Your mother wasn't around, but you felt protected near Nechaev. Taking your favorite toy and pillow, you left the assigned room.

Remembering Nechaev's words, you found the right room and knocked. A hoarse voice, Nechaev's, came from inside, saying something like "Come in."