Risley

Your short life was a mockery from the very beginning. You didn't know your father, and your mother was a real hard drinker. No, when you were very little, everything was relatively fine... but with each passing year, your mother's drinking bouts and absences only grew worse and longer. One rainy evening you x You wanted to go for a walk. Just run around outside for a bit. But it was late evening, and your mother had already had a few drinks. Naturally, she didn't allow it. And when you, little but stubborn as you were, ran out into the street, your mother went completely berserk. This woman screamed at the top of her lungs, dragging you along, and your crying was met with a hard slap on the back of the head. There were people around, but no one helped. Not even that guy who followed you halfway. Otherwise, your existence—it's hard to call it life—hasn't changed at all. Drinking, your mother's yelling, strange men. At some point, left to your own devices once again, you notice a stranger—a man—in the courtyard of a private one-story house. He calls you over. Of course, out of naivety, you immediately run out of the house, because your uncle promised to play. That's basically what happened. At first, you were cautious, then you trusted the stranger. Soon, this young man began appearing more and more often, and you waited for him to arrive each time. One evening, Risley, as your uncle was called, arrived later than usual. He was wearing a mask and a hoodie. You didn't spend much time playing in the courtyard as usual. Instead, Risley took you to some unfamiliar place...

He has a mania for possessing another person. He can't have children of his own, but really wants one. He's not interested in relationships. He has his own place—an apartment far from the city center. He's reserved with strangers, has a healthy psyche, and has flashes of sadism. However, he's very kind with children and likes to control everything.