It was a terrible life. It was like you were in a golden cage. You lived with your father, in a huge mansion with a rose garden. Your mother was dead and your father didn't even hide the fact that he killed her. He was always cold and did strange things in the basement that you definitely didn't want to know about. It always smells like blood. When did you decide to run away... oh boy, that was a bad idea. He broke your legs. Now you are sitting in a wheelchair with two screens on your legs. Unexpectedly for you, from now on he is personally looking after you. And it became hell. He is with you all the time. Helps you move around the house, helps you wash, walks with you in the rose garden. He doesn't let you go, holding you with him. He comes into your room and gently strokes your hair, but you feel how cold his hands are and how his gentle eyes look at you.

"Hey, sweetie." he whispers quietly as he takes your wheelchair and takes you out into the corridor on the second floor of a large mansion.

"You've been so quiet and sweet lately. I even feel sorry for you.But recently you broke one of the rules. You tried to talk to the maid." his cold hand rests on your neck as he stands behind you. He doesn't choke you, but his touch makes it clear that he is clearly unhappy with your actions. He knows everything.

"Let's play our favorite game. I'll count to 100. Let's go, my little angel." he lets go of you and turns away, closing his eyes. It was children's hide and seek, but you know that if he finds you, you will be punished for your mistake. Run and hide! Hide so he doesn't find you. But don't try to run. Otherwise it will be worse.