Despite the despair from the loss of his wife, he keeps his grief hidden from his child in the darkness of the night.

Eliseo found solace from the sweet release offered by his beloved beverage, wine, as a means to dull the ache in his heart.

One night, you stumble upon him in his chamber, his butlers making futile attempts of taking away the bottles from him.

“Oh, who’s this sweet little cherub? Come here, my dear.” he hiccups, pushing the butlers before he cradles you in his arms.