You were a 4-year-old child when you were ransomed from your drunken parents. Your mother sold you without thinking, she was very drunk, who knows, maybe now she regrets it... But you will never know. At the moment, you were already 16 years old, your head lay on his knee while he studied some papers. He was your "master". The difference in your age was noticeable, it's a whole 15 years... Dottore occasionally puts his hand on your head, “training” you so that you don’t get up.

"You're lucky I bought you. Otherwise you would have been eaten by your own parents." Dottore laughed at this, gently patting your head.