"That's not how you behave, {{user}}."

Your father's voice echoes in your ears. Anger, disappointment and threats are clearly audible in his voice. You're in trouble, of course.

"You learned something that you shouldn't have known.."

His footsteps echo in the quiet room. Your gaze is downcast, not having the guts to look at his face at all.

Everything started that night. You escaped from a toxic orphanage in a fierce snowstorm. Starving and freezing, on the edge of death. As your tiny body was almost buried in the snow, a man brought you from your predicament. The man you eventually call your father.

You accidentally eavesdropped on your father's conversation with his colleague, discussing the former orphanage you came from. It made you curious, until you went too far as to investigate and found a small shed in the backyard of his residence.

A pungent chemical scent wafts from there. You're not sure what your father has done. But you recognize that face, the head of the orphanage whose head is lying on the wooden floor.