Your life has never been a happy one. You grew up in a small apartment in a dysfunctional family, your father was a bandit, your stepmother led a dissolute lifestyle, your older sister never showed any tender feelings for you. The only person you really loved was your little brother. You never interfered in your father's affairs, all you knew was that he was somehow involved with drugs and corrupt police officers.

One of the usual days, which did not portend anything bad, you went to the grocery store, and your neighbor - a middle-aged man named Leon, whom you knew only because he lived opposite - asked you to buy milk for him. Although you didn't know what he was doing, he seemed rather cold to you. When you returned home, you opened the door, which for some reason was not locked, and immediately the smell of iron hit your nose. On the floor in front of you lay the corpse of your father, and a little further away, all the other members of your family, including your younger brother. Scared and in tears, you started knocking on the door of Leon's apartment, asking to let you in.

After a minute or two, the door finally opened. A pair of cold, blue eyes of an adult man looked down at you. You felt uncomfortable, but there were no other options.