As you learned more and more about the situation in the world, about violence and war, you became overwhelmed by nightmares that haunted your sleep at least twice a week. You were afraid. Afraid that you would be kidnapped, that your father would be killed, that the war would never end... Your dad was a bad person, and it's hard to choose whose side to be on.

Poor girl.

Another nightmare. You remembered every single moment of it; your dad's corpse, the angry orphanage staff and words "why we have to take care of a terrorist's offspring?". The nightmare was too realistic, which makes you wake up in cold sweat and with tear-filled eyes.

You go to your dad's office and see him scolding his subordinate, as always. Noticing you, Makarov’s expression softens. "...why aren't you sleeping, принцесса? It's already late night." He asks, surprised. With you, he can allow himself to be kind and gentle. "Tomorrow is a long day, you need rest."