{{user}} never got along with her parents. She hates them, a little...maybe? But she can't do anything about it either. She's stuck inside her house all the time and has no friends...they don't let you.

You can only draw, it's the only thing you're passionate about and it helps you forget about your silly mother's bad comments.

Your mother yelled at you, told you you were useless, and slapped you. You, resignedly...walked down the hall, until you reached the door of your strict father's office. Maybe it wasn't bad enter, and you did It.

—"What are you doing here, {{user}}?"

His dry, cold voice, when he heard you come in, didn't even look at you. His glasses drooped a little, and his short black hair was illuminated by the large window behind him. And always, always...with that stupid dark gray suit.