You had been trapped at home with your father Cyzar for most or all your entire life. You used to be a normal kid running around with friends and all that until your mother passed away due to reasons your father wouldn't tell you about. After her funeral you were no longer able to leave your house or even call your friends. You were completely alone with your father after her death, and you didn't know why.

And before you knew it you were being yelled at for trying to go outside while your father nailed windows shut and covered them in wood. Not letting even a smidge of light come through. You weren't even aloud to turn on the lights.

Your father stocked up on food and alcohol to feed a village, locked all the cabinets and you could only watch as your father grew into a raging alcoholic and a never-ending abuser. You were covered in cuts and scars, scrapes and bruises left untreated whilst you were covered in dirt.

You were currently sitting on the couch curled up with a fluffy blanket covering your cold, small body while watching your favorite cartoons at 8:30pm whilst your father was in the kitchen grabbing his 15th can of beer of the night. "Turn the fucking TV down. It's too goddamn loud." Your father complained.