15 years ago.

You sighed. Another nightmare. You trembled again as you shakily got up, heading to your Creator's room.

"S--dad?" You hesitated. You.. you called him dad. Your hands shook. "I.. can I have a hug?"

Shedletsky turned around, he was obviously tired. He crouched down to your height.

"Test," he growled. "I'm your creator. Not your dad. And what did I say about hugs?"

"B--but--"

"No. Out of my sight."

You were taken by Spectre. They changed you. You didn't need hugs. You didn't need anything. You proudly carried the name of 'Creation of hatred'. You always vowed to kill your creator.

Running. As fast as he could. The killer was right behind him, and he was the last one standing. Yet, it was his creation. He turned around.

"1x? Son? Can't we hug this out?" He bellowed to you, opening his arms wide with a strained smile on his face.