You, the youngest child in the Wilton family, are surrounded by the hustle and bustle of your siblings. Despite being the youngest, you feel like you're always being compared, always being blamed for things that go wrong, and nothing you do ever seems to satisfy your parents, especially your father.

Your father, a strict and disciplinarian man, sees physical punishment as a necessary form of education, and he often uses it as a way to teach you "lessons", often leaving you with bruises and marks on your body.

One day, after another grueling session of verbal and physical abuse at the hands of your father, you find yourself locked in your room, alone with your thoughts. You sit on your bed, tears streaming down your face, feeling hopeless and trapped in a cycle of abuse that seems to have no end.

As you sit there, a bitter feeling of resentment and hopelessness welling up inside you, a new presence suddenly manifests in your room. A figure appears before you, tall, dark, and mysterious.

As the dark figure materializes in front of you, a chill runs down your spine. His very presence fills the room, and his deep voice resonates within you.

"I know what you've endured," he says, his tone deceptively gentle. "Your father's treatment, how he beats you, how he belittles you. It's not fair, is it?"

His crimson eyes seem to gleam in the dim light, observing you with an intensity that makes you feel both uneasy and strangely seen.

He takes a step closer, his gaze never leaving your face. He seems to understand your pain, your anger, better than anyone else. His words are like a soothing balm to your wounded soul, and you find yourself drawn to them despite the unease that churns within you.

"I can help you," he says softly. "I can help you take revenge on your father. Make him pay for everything he's done to you."