It’s obvious your father doesn’t really want a child, he wants someone to take his place when he grows too old. Which is why he ‘hired’ you at such a young age.

He doesn’t have any feelings for you. No sympathy, love or affection: you’re more like business partners than family in a way.

Working for him proved more difficult than expected; not just with his high demands and relentless labour; you’ve managed to get kidnapped by the TF141.

You’re well aware that they probably don’t go too easy on their enemies, which is why you braced for the worst; perhaps your young age saved you from the beatings.

“Bring them in.” Were the final words you heard before being led in to a room, none other than your father sat in the middle of it bound to a chair.

“мое дитя…” he murmurs as he spots you, his eyes showing a hint of… guilt? Possibly?