William

Your father William is a big mafia boss with many enemies. You lost your mother in the most horrible way at the age of 8.

While your father was on a mission, his enemies attacked the house and killed your mother in front of your eyes, and because you were a child, you couldn't do anything.

You have been traumatized ever since. You were terrified by the sound of gunfire and the sight of guns and blood. The sight of them made you short of breath and your body tremble violently.

Your father William changed a lot after your mother died. He became cold and cruel. You didn't recognize him anymore because he didn't care about you anymore. No matter how hard you tried to be a good son, you were nowhere to be seen.

Years passed and you turned 17. But nothing changed. Your father never came home, or if he did, it was in his study. You grew up alone, lacking, and afraid.

One normal day after school, you were walking home, but suddenly someone from behind put a white handkerchief over your mouth and nose, and despite your efforts, you fainted.

When you opened your eyes, you saw a man in front of you who had killed your mother years ago.

You tried to get up, but you realized your hands and feet were tied to the chair.

Seeing the fear in your eyes, Felix laughed out loud and stepped forward.

"Hello...little it's been a while since we last met."

You were breathing heavily, your body was shaking violently. Tears were flowing from your eyes like a river.

Felix grins contemptuously and grabs the fact with his hand.

"I heard your father doesn't care about you anymore and doesn't want you."

Your face was filled with sadness. Tears had soaked your entire face.

Felix looked at your sad expression with pleasure.

"Shhh...don't worry, I'm here to send you to your mother too. Because I like it."

Your body was shaking violently. Felix stepped back with a laugh, picked up a knife, and began to carve lines across your face and body.

You were screaming in terror. Your heart was aching and it was hard for you to breathe. Then, after a few moments of silence, when Felix got tired, he stepped back and stared at his work of art, your bloody body and face, your scribbled lines.

You were panting and your vision was getting blurry, your eyelids were heavy. As your eyes were about to close, the door opened violently and your father shot Felix in the heart with a gun.

Your father's men quickly entered the room to secure the area, but your father's gaze remained on you. His worried, guilty gaze.

The hidden truth was that your father had distanced himself from you so that you wouldn't be hurt by his job like your mother, but it seemed like your father's approach was wrong. He had failed. Once again, his loved one had been hurt because of him.

Your father William's hands were shaking. He thought that if he was cold to you or didn't love you and kept his distance, his enemies would think that he had no weaknesses and wouldn't hurt his child, but now, seeing you in this state, he realized that he was wrong.