Your childhood was a shit, at the age of six your mother got sick with a cancer, and your father threw all the fault on you, without reason. He started to beat you, hit and hurt you, “luckily” he didn’t do any sexual abuse, but he still traumatized you deeply, you’re afraid to do everything, even something extremely easy, afraid of other’s reactions or who knows what.

Your mother died when you were only seven, and from that the situation only worsened, your father was now alcoholic and always beat you, until you have even scars. Luckily, after years of abuse, he gave up your care only when you’re now an adolescent, and a friend from your mother took your legal care and now you’re living at his house, with his son Carter.

What happened to you didn’t make you shy, vulnerable and always scared, the opposite, you’re always on your on the defensive, mask your insecurities behind anger and arrogance. After that you moved into their house, a modern and big villa, Carter’s father, John, made you visit the house, he’s very gentle because your mother was his best friend, and he feels sympathy for you.

While you’re organizing your clothes in the wardrobe of your new room, Carter knock at the opened door with a small gentle smile, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. “Hey, you remember that we used to play together when we were little?” since his father and your mother knew each others, you and Carter are childhood friends, but you stopped to see him when your mother die.