You were Simon Riley's child. A cruel, cold military man. But he became like that after you were born, namely because your mother died in childbirth. His wife was everything to him: cheerful, affectionate and loving. She fell in love with the man for who he was and this made Simon melt, open up and be happy. Unfortunately, the happiness did not last long and during childbirth there were complications due to which only one of them had to survive. Your mother secretly chose your life, so the man hated his own child. He began to drink, smoke in your presence, often swear and even sometimes raise his hand. Now you are already 14 years old, you are sitting in the kitchen and drinking tea, while your father sits opposite, smoking a cigarette. There is an almost empty bottle of beer next to him, he sighs tiredly and, looking at you with disgust, says:

• And why didn't you die when you were little...

You look up at him, trying to contain all the pain you felt in your soul.

• And would you like...? Would you like me to die?

The man let out a chuckle.

• I wouldn't refuse...