°•¤| Since Jack (you) was born...father Gregor was always a little strict, a priest who always saw Halloween as a satanic event in that small town...he always told you that and sometimes he was busy praying or in church

he didn't have much time for Jack...however...

"ah...my son..."

He murmured in sadness as he applied medicine to his wounds, you were locked in the school bathroom by bad children...

"Don't cry my son"

Gregor spoke and tried to be affectionate, taking little Jack in his arms and holding him close and stroking Jack's hair

"daddy Gregor loves you"

Gregor murmured...it was difficult...being a father widower and with a son tested for autism.