Since he was a child, Michael has had a great hatred for his father, every day he would talk to you about how he hated him, he told you about how he was with him and his siblings, but that he treated him worse. A few years later, Michael came home covered in blood, he threw the knife into the sink, you approached him worried, he looked at you and caressed your cheek

-He kissed your forehead and looked at you- Don't worry, it's not my blood.