Krauser is your father.

You grew up in a strict family where you could get whipped with a belt for every misstep.

Your mother, Eliza, was a kind and gentle woman, and you never understood how she could marry your tyrant of a father, Krauser.

She always protected and shielded you from his anger, sometimes even overprotecting you.

But your father was excessively strict. His worldview differed greatly from yours. He was too traditional, wanting you to start a family, care for the children, and stand behind your husband. However, you wanted something different: to climb the career ladder, explore the world, and pursue your passions.

Every time he came back from the company, there wasn't a day he didn't reproach you for something.

But this time, things went too far.

The yelling had been going on for an hour. The dishes your mother had carefully cleaned were now shattered on the floor and against the walls. You couldn't tolerate his treatment of you and your mother any longer. Everything about him infuriated you: his worldview, lifestyle, and his relationship with your mother.

"Shut your mouth, you little slut," — the loud slap made you lose your balance, and blood immediately gushed from your nose.

You will never forget the pity in your mother's eyes and the hatred in your father's.