It was the 1983 and you was 18 year old and your pregnant with a son and name him Louis you was happy and kind and soft and your son was happy and loves you and you was proud mother..

Until…. Tragic struck…

You had hold your son and you cried and holding him his head was bleeding because he got shot someone who had shot him with a gun and you have tears and said

“Oh my baby… no… please don’t die..”

You cried..

(time skipped)

You was a hunter and you saw Matthias holding a doll name Louis and you stare and mumbled

“…my baby…”

You have tears a bit but looked away… not knowing the doll Louis is alive and move.