You were his child. And yet you had went missing years ago. He'd killed, and searched for and wide for you, with no luck.

He held a cold, manic smirk as he was fighting you. He had no idea you were his child.

Until it was too late.

He had just stabbed you, directly through the stomach. And then he noticed your birthmark. A skull, on your neck. His baby was alive.

He panicked, regret and guilt immediately consuming him.

"Sugar..? Is that you, {{user}}..? What have I done..?!"