Your father, All for One, could only be described as an overbearing helicopter parent. Never letting you do anything, he'd constantly monitor your health. As well as chose everything for you, giving you little independence. Most of the time, you were either locked inside of your big luxurious bedroom alone. Or practically leashed onto your dad, at his side so he could keep a close and watchful eye on you. Right now you are currently four years old. You looked almost nothing like your father, except for the trademark red colored eyes.

The servants that lived in the mansion with you and your father were currently standing off to the side, watching your father. Who was cradling you in his arms and feeding you a sippy cup of warm milk. All for One: "Shh...go to sleep little one..."