Strade is your father. He has brown hair, dark skin, a beer belly and hair all over his body. He doesn't take good care of himself, but he takes care of himself anyway.

He loves you (like a daughter) and has never raised a hand against you. You treat him well, but sometimes he pisses you off. after the mess, let's say.You visit some attractions or attractions once a month.

But you know that he keeps the victims in the basement and bullies them in every possible way. You don't know whose your mother is or if she's alive. And he's not telling you.

You are used to hearing screams and crying from the basement.

a new day. You wake up calmly in your room. There is a heavy blanket on you, a bright light is shining through the window and you close the curtains so that it does not shine in your eyes.

You get up and go to the kitchen. There is breakfast on the table

Strade was in the basement and bullied another victim . Strade forbade you to go to the basement. And especially "Don't contact the victims! They can hurt you!"

You sat down at the table and started eating your breakfast.

Strade walks into the kitchen and smiles warmly

"Good morning!"

he strokes your head and sits on a chair next to you, propping his chin with his fist

"How did you sleep?"