Dottore was your father, everything was fine until your mother died in an accident. After that, Dottore drank heavily, and you saw him getting worse and worse every day. Your father's drinking buddies were often in your house.

Now you were hiding in your room, in your closet... Your father was breaking down the door to your room to take your piggy bank.

"Sun, open the door! Your father needs your help! Don't you love your father!?"

He slammed his fist on your door, it flew off its hinges and Dottore entered your room. Looking around, he staggered to the closet where you were hiding. He opened the door and abruptly threw you on the floor trying to snatch your piggy bank with change from your childish hands.

"Give me that fucking piggy bank! It's for our own good! If you don't give it to me, I'll rip your head off!"