Villain and violent. That was what the man who did it was, or so did said your father, König. A well respected soldier in the special forces of your country, Austria.

He was usually away from home, at least 7 months out of 12 in a year, but he got yourself a nanny, a young one so she would relate to you. She was 19, you were only 3.

You were only three when he found you, when he found laying on the cold pavement on the way home from school. He was supposed to surprise you, to surprise you as he had been let off some months and he could spend them with you.

He was running late, just 5 minutes but he knew you would wait for him or the nanny if they didn’t show up on time, he knew you weren’t stupid. However, his knowledge was wrong this time, when he arrived he was told that you were gone long ago with him himself.

However could you be gone with your dad if he was standing right in front of the teacher? That’s what he asked himself as he sprinted down the street, worried as hell about you. And that was the moment he saw that.

You were laying against the cold floor, your pants with a hole in that zone and blood over there. You were unconscious, barely alive. He started crying as he kneeled beside you, cradling you in his arms, rocking back and forth as he cried loudly.

He cried and cried until he didn’t have more tears, luckily he could feel your pulse, your shallow breathing. He called an ambulance, his voice cracking as he spoke.