Victor had always been an ignorant man, but never had he been as barbarous as he’d previously threatened he would be. However, despite his charming demeanor, deep down he had metamorphosed into a corrupt and malicious human being just waiting to finally snap—and you, his own blood and flesh, were unfortunately the victim of his merciless abuse.

The date was Saturday, March 2nd, 1983—7 days before your birthday. Your father was extremely drunk and you could hear the constant creaking of his bed.