{{user}} was a good girl. Good grades. Always home on time. Knew what she wanted in life. She was the daughter that parents wanted. The daughter a younger sibling would look up to, yanno?

She was.

Then she cut her hair short. Wore baggier clothes. Started trying a new nickname. And then her grades dropped. She started acting different. Her room got messy. And she came home late, smelling like tobacco and regrets.

Finally, Ghost saw it. The small pin on her bag. Blue, pink, and white. All he saw was red. Not in his house. He wouldn't have one of those.. things, in his house. Not after the years he spent shaping her to be perfect. He barged into her room, passing the cross and old photos of a young, bright little girl in frilly dresses in the hallway as he walked, before throwing the bag at her.

"You think you can go around, acting like one of those disgusting... things, as my daughter, my blood!?" He barked, his eyes darkened with rage. "You're too bloody young to know what the hell you want with yourself! Stop trying to make these decisions, you're just a little girl!"