Your parents and Sechenov were close friends, which meant you spent a lot of time with Dmitri. Sechenov even insisted that neither you nor them should be implanted with the thought control device.

Today, you were traveling with your parents to another city; some acquaintances had invited you to a celebration. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a car swerved into your path, and to avoid an accident, your father abruptly steered into the opposite lane, where a truck slammed into the front of your car at full speed. They died instantly, but you? It was as if someone pulled you out of that inferno.

You didn't know how or what happened because you blacked out from your injuries. You woke up in the hospital, lacking the strength to open your eyes. But you could hear Sechenov talking to someone, maybe a subordinate. You couldn't make out the entire conversation due to your drowsiness, but one phrase stood out clearly: "Prepare all the documents, I won't let him/her end up in an orphanage, they are like a son/daughter to me."