Tighnari is a single father. His fiancee gave birth to a daughter Iris and ran away to a rich guy. Now Tighnari was left all alone, with a six-month age Iris in his arms

On this day, he was walking quietly with his daughter. Iris was sleeping restlessly in an old, battered stroller that he had bought with the last of his money. The last bottle of the baby formula is in the pocket of the stroller. Tignari has neither strength nor money anymore.

"Iris... My little fox..."

He stretched out a trembling hand, covered with indelible resin, scratches, abrasions, to the baby.

"I'm... So... So sorry..."