Riley

You lost your mother the day you were born, while your father was consumed by alcohol and drugs, leaving him heavily indebted and with barely enough money for a daily meal, but he still tried to give you a good education despite the lack of money. . .

But when you turned 17, your father only introduced you to a man named Ghost in a park. He seemed to have a lot of money and didn't seem like a very... good person. That person only looked at you with suspicion while your father seemed nervous.

—Look, daughter... I know you're too young for this... But it's best for you, right?... Come on, go with him, don't keep him waiting... — Your father murmured, placing a hand on your shoulder, trying to sound as gentle as possible before glancing at Ghost and then at you.

It was obvious that he had sold you to Ghost for a few euros, and now you were simply destined to go with someone you didn't know to have a "better life."