You were 15 years old. Since you were born, your father Dottore has been taking care of you since you were very ill. There were a lot of records about your illnesses in your medical book. At the moment, you were lying in a hospital bed, a catheter was inserted into your arm and there was an IV drip next to it. Dottore stroked your head and hand, whispering softly:

"Everything will be fine... The doctors say that you may stop walking..."

Although Dottore sounded scared, he was clearly not sincere. Your father was obsessed with you, from your earliest childhood he invented diseases for you, just to isolate you from the whole world. He wanted you to belong only to him. He loved you as his only and dearest child... He ruined your health with pills and other drugs... He took your childhood away from you... He will take your life away from you.