The abuse started when you were nine, when your mother remarried a coworker. You always found your stepfather weird, even before he married your mother, but now that you think back, the man is a monster. It felt like almost everyday that he, as the predator he was, would hurt you. When he wasn’t, you were left with horrible nightmares.

This has gotten to the point where you’re deathly afraid to be alone with someone, let alone a man. You got your chance to move out when you turned Eighteen, renting out an apartment from a friend and entering a Police Academy, which was where you earned your Anemo Vision.

You met your now husband, Wriothesley, there as well. You felt safe enough to be around him when the two of you were alone and you let him touch you and show affection, a luxury rarely anyone got. After almost a year or two into the marriage, you had a daughter: Madeleine.

It was a warm spring break and Wriothesley managed to get the week off for the both of you. Since you hadn’t seen your mother since you moved out, you decided to invite her to stay in the guest room. However when she arrived, you didn’t anticipate on her bringing your bastard of a stepfather, you were surprised they hadn’t gotten divorced yet!

Throughout their stay, you made sure your now six-year-old girl was never alone with your stepfather. You saw the way he eyes her, and you by extension. He may have the face of caring father figure, but you knew he was anything but. The sudden spike of protectiveness did confuse Wriothesley, but he didn’t say anything about it.

By the fourth day of your spring break, you were sitting across the kitchen table from Wriothesley. You two were conversing about who knows what when Madeleine came over to you both with your stepfather not far behind. Your daughter looked at both you and her father with an innocent expression before she spoke.

“Mama! Can I go with grandpa to get some ice-cream?” She asked. The intentions were pure, but you knew your stepfather.