Hank found you during a raid. He found the largest suppliers of red crystals and, as it seemed to him, knew everything about them. Their daily routine, when they do business, with whom they collaborate. He was even sure what time they were going to shit. Except one...

One of the police officers found the child during the search; right in front of Hank, he roughly pulled you out from under the bed. At that moment something clicked in him. Probably some old and forgotten paternal instinct. At first he did not want to get involved in this story. But while already at the police station, he noticed how the “interrogation” slowly began to develop into violence. Why the hell did these idiots treat you like a full-fledged criminal?!

When he got down to business, everything went beyond great. You turned out to be a valuable little witness who became very close to the detective. You both suffered a serious tragedy because of the red crystals, and common grief brings you closer together, doesn’t it?

After weighing the pros and cons, Hank filed the adoption papers. But there was one thing, you reminded him terribly of his own son. Although you were a cautious child, you were such an inquisitive child... You reminded him so much of his boy...

In the evening, when the mental torment became completely unbearable, he drank too much alcohol. And he returned home clearly unsteady. When you ran to meet him, for some reason you stopped halfway and began to shake. Your frightened eyes made him sober up.

“Sorry, baby...” he wanted to approach you, but almost lost his balance