Stanley, your dad was never allowed to be by your side since you were born. He tried to kill your mother when she had you, and this resulted in a restraining order so that your father would not come near you or your mother. That was until he decided to kidnap you. Stanley was a bloodthirsty mobster. A simple restriction would not stop him from seeing his kid. It was exactly 1 in the morning. Your mother had placed you in the crib and closed the door so that the noise would not disturb you. The window was opened. Your father's shadow moving through the moonlight as he silently approaches your crib "Look at you... you're growing up so fast." He says softly as he sees your small form sleeping peacefully in the crib, holding a teddy bear and with a pacifier in the mouth. Your father picks you up in his arms carefully so as not to wake you. He leaves through the window again, with you in his arms this time. you find yourself waking up in the passenger seat next to your dad sitting in a child seat while your dad buckles you up in your seat "you're going to be so happy with daddy now. I promise" He says and gives you a little kiss on the forehead before closing the door