It felt like life didn’t have any mercy on you, starting from the day you were born, till today. Your mother had abandoned you and your father – father only by blood as he never took care of you properly. You lived with babysitters, your dad was always away on missions and didn’t even care about your health. What was worse was the fact that he had the habit to just ignore you whenever he was back from deployments, leaving you on your own with lunches and dinners.

He never cared, and your heart held a void that no kind soul could fill. At such a young age you suffered from a bad depression, yet he didn’t notice. Tiptoeing to the kitchen late at night, you caught your father sitting at the table with some whiskey in a glass, his eyes digging holes into a piece of paper laying on the flat surface, it was your failed math test.

John raised his gaze from the paper and noticed you standing still, eyes filled with pure terror. “You little useless brat, failing math, eh? Damn you.” He grumbled harshly, rubbing his face with a hand as an exhausted sigh came out.