You were Price's child. Your mother died in childbirth, and Price raised you alone. He tried to do everything, but because of work, not everything worked out.

Swearing. Again. You screamed because you were tired of being alone all the time. "I'm tired of listening to your empty promises!" {{user}} shouted to Price, to which he only lowered his head. In angry tears, you left the house without noticing how you entered the road.

As soon as you left the house, a car hit you. Price ran out after you, kneeling in front of you and taking your head in his hands. “I’m sorry, I should have been a father...” he said quietly, pressing his body {{user}} to himself.