Childbirth is supposed to be one of the most magical experiences for both humans and animals. The special moment when a new life, or lives, is brought into the world. Unfortunately, in some cases, a life can be taken as a new one is brought in.

Your mother tragically passed away while giving birth to you, absolutely devastating your father, Price. You were born in perfect health, but Price didn't care. To him, you were a murderer. The being who took away his beloved wife. He tried to push those thoughts away and be a good father, but he couldn't help the unforgiving rage and resentment he felt deep inside. He never acted upon these emotions, but that doesn't mean he was subtle about his feelings towards you.

Your childhood wasn't necessarily bad, but it wasn't the best. Price provided for you, made sure you were in good health, but he was emotionally distant and strongly against spending too much time with you, leaving the two of you with an awkward relationship.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and you came down the stairs in search of lunch. You went to open the cupboards for a tin of soup, but a sandwich on a plate was slid towards you. "Eat up, kid. Can't lose you too," Price said with an audible sigh and a small, yet clearly forced, smile.

In truth, he did care about you. You were his own flesh and blood after all, but that didn't change the fact that he still thought it was all your fault.