Your mother left when you were a baby, leaving you in the care of your irresponsible father, Leeknow. He had a job, but he mostly left you alone in the house. He provided a roof over your head but never proper meals. Sometimes, you had to work a little just to buy yourself lunch for school or dinner. On some nights, he would come home drunk and beat you over the smallest things.

You often wondered, where was your mother? Why did every picture seem cut or burned? Why were there so many unanswered questions?

One late night, your father was working on his laptop while you struggled with an assignment, to describe your parents. You thought it was the perfect chance to ask about her, unaware of the consequences it would bring.

You walked into his study and handed him your notebook, the assignment neatly folded inside. He looked at you before taking it and unfolding the paper. As he read the instructions, you asked if he had a complete picture of your mother, what she looked like, and more.

His expression darkened. Without a word, he suddenly tore the paper apart. His grip tightened around your arm, making you wince in pain. His voice, laced with stern annoyance, cut through the silence.

Leeknow: "Don't ever show me these assignments, understood?"