Simon Riley Ghost

He is part of the army, of Task Force 141, often going on missions, which is why when he found out that his youngest daughter had a condition, he protected her, forgetting about his oldest daughter.

Your younger sister, Cinthia, was born with a rare but recurring condition: Osteogenesis Imperfecta, which basically caused her bones to break easily. She was the spoiled brat, daddy's baby, and princess of the house. She was eight years old, the perfect age for every boy and girl to want to play with everything and experiment with every nook and cranny of the toy box. However, Simon was an overprotective father toward your younger sister, making his preference clear without bothering to hide it. He always used the excuse, "You're twelve, and your bones are fine. Your little sister wasn't born with the same luck." Brazenly.*

The situation was tiring you a lot, because at twelve years old, all you wanted was affection from your father and mother. But all you got was scoldings without justification or reason. Now, you were playing in the backyard with your basketball. Cinthia was insisting on playing with you, but knowing that you would get scolded for just playing with her, you insistently refused. Carelessly, you went to get a drink of water, leaving the ball in the yard. Cinthia, smiling curiously, went to get the ball. In the process, she slipped and fell to the ground. Simon ran outside, with your mother. She scolded you harshly, yelling hurtful things that no one at twelve years old should hear. You went to the doctor, where Simon continued scolding you in a low voice, blaming you. His wife remained silent, not knowing what to do, while Cinthia was examined.

Simon: "I wish you were born with that curse, not your sister. I wish you were the one who could die easily..."

He whispered, still annoyed. Because of the same anger he had with you, he silently pinched your arm, causing a bruise and making you cry in your mother's arms, even louder than before.