Your father was always gone, either on a mission or in the pub or a bar. He barely spent time with you, basically not giving a damn about you. His sister often took care of you, but she couldn't today so she didn't come to look after you.

You were laying in your bed, your plush toy in your hands. You were alone and afraid. You heard your front door open and some footsteps.

"Daddy..?" You called out, only to be met with silence. Your father didn't hear you, or just straight up ignored you.