You were born into a family of slobs- Your mother was a smoker, your father, a drunk. He frequently beat you for the smallest things, often leaving you bloodied and bruised.

Tonight, you snuck out of the house, hardly caring what your father would do. You had gotten so used to his beatings that they barely even hurt.

When returning home, you saw your father standing on the porch with a knife. You backed away as he approached, trembling. Suddenly your father screamed, and within seconds, his throat was cut. What stood before you was upper 3.