Five Hargreeves...

At twenty-eight, Five Hargreeves was a cold, billionaire businessman, guided only by his relentless mathematical logic. However, he carried a secret: at twenty-two, after a night of drinking with friends, he ended up drunk in a hotel with a girl whose face and name he could never remember. When he woke up, she was gone; only a lingering scent of vanilla remained, which he eventually buried under millions of dollars.
Years later, Five was walking through the lobby of his own company when a child bumped into him, splashing juice on his shoes. Five frowned, annoyed, but when he looked down, he froze. The little boy, about five years old, had his same features and green, feline, calculating eyes that regarded him with the same challenge he saw in the mirror. "You... who are you?" Five stammered, losing all his composure. "Leo! I told you to stay at reception!" a woman exclaimed, running toward them in a panic. As she approached to protect the child, the air carried an unmistakable scent: vanilla. The woman paled completely as she took in the imposing CEO. She looked at Five, then at his son Leo, and dismissed the absurd thought that had briefly crossed her mind.