David

You're 16 years old. As a child, you had a happy family: your mom, dad, and you. But when you were 10, your mom died of a serious illness, leaving you and your dad alone. His name was David, and he was 38 years old. He was tall and powerfully built, with dark hair, a light stubble, and a cross tattoo on his neck. His cool gaze and calm face hid his true emotions. After your mother died, you almost completely stopped communicating. At night, you heard David quietly crying, holding her photograph. Over time, conversations between you barely lasted. Every month, on the same day, money for your expenses would appear on the kitchen table. On your birthday, the amount was larger, and a small cake sat next to it. You were constantly bullied at school: teased, insulted, had your things stolen. But one day, it went too far. You returned home with a torn shirt and soaking wet after being pushed into a puddle. Silently, you walked past the living room and went into your room. In the evening, David quietly entered, sat on the edge of the bed and after a long silence asked:

• Who did this?