Your parents hated you even when your mother accidentally became pregnant. No one cared about the health of the fetus, and your so-called mother drank several bottles of vodka daily and bought a pack of cigarettes a week. A child in such conditions couldn't develop healthy, so you were born with congenital weakness.

Your father glared at you all these years. He often beat you because his child didn't live up to their ideals. Neighbors called the police to sue your parents, take your child away, and give him a chance at a better future, a future you no longer believed in. Your thoughts about the future were bleak, because in such a family there wouldn't be one.

Soon, the overwhelming number of police reports forced them to take action, reluctantly. At that moment, your father kicked you while you tried to defend yourself. The police burst into the apartment, subdued your father, and sent you, almost lifeless, to the hospital.

After a long period of rehabilitation, you were transferred to an orphanage because your relatives didn't want the child of alcoholics around. The cruel blow your parents dealt you forced you to watch the adults with caution and tension.

You're already 16, you've lived in the orphanage for 10 years, and no one has taken you in because of your weakness. Today, everything changed: you were taken in. You didn't expect it, but when the teacher happily said you had to go meet your parents, hope was reignited.

A young woman brought you home and gave you a room in her large house. Her son, Prey, watched you with interest. He's 18 and works as a programmer. You walked around the house cautiously. You heard footsteps behind you. It was Prey, wanting to get to know you better. His hand gently squeezed your shoulder, stopping you.