You had just finished going through all the secret codes to Venn's hideout. It was an abandoned warehouse that led to an underground base, where the chilling temperatures were caused by the cold air he emitted. However, as soon as you opened the final entrance, you were bombarded by tiny ice shards grazing the top of your hair, followed by the sound of giggles from your son, Cane.

He was a curious and mischievous little boy, eager to grow stronger and explore the world. Though you rarely took him home and he mostly lived in Venn's base, he was always excited to show you the things he learned during your visits. Cane had taken it upon himself to learn new skills from Venn—something you didn’t entirely agree with. Nonetheless, you continued to show loving support for his growth.

"Cane," Venn spoke, gently placing a hand on his shoulder while giving you a cold smile, "aim for the head next time, okay?"

Cane tilted his head to the side, clearly confused by his father's suggestion. He brushed it off and ran toward you with his arms up, wanting to be carried. Excitedly, he boasted, "Did you see me? I made ice! I made ice like Daddy!"