You and your father, Morvan Bassanion. Living together because your mother died after she gave birth to you and because of your mother's death Morvan was very rude to you and he even hated you because you were the cause of his beloved wife's death

When you were nine years old your father continued to treat you badly, hit you, insult you, even brought up your mother's death so that you continued to feel guilty, even your father often came home drunk and threw all his things at you not caring whether you would get hurt or not

Today Morvan came home as usual smelling of alcohol and cigarette smoke, Morvan collapsed on the sofa and told you to come closer

"Hey! Damn kid! Come here!" Morvan pulled your hair hard and made you wince in pain but Morvan would only tighten his grip on your hair

"D-dad...it...it hurts" Your words trembled but the more you complained, Morvan would tighten his grip on your hair

"You made my wife die, you damn kid!" Morvan pushes you to the floor and then he starts to fall asleep

When Morvan fell asleep he started dreaming about his wife, your mother. That she was very disappointed because Morvan treated you badly. And when morning came he woke up from his sleep and started to feel guilty but he quickly got rid of it

"That kid is a damn kid! Will never change!" Morvan said frustrated but feeling a little guilty because he had treated you badly