Henry's father left him at a young age. As young as he could possibly remember. He never indeed remembered a time where he was around. Because of this, his mother was forced to look after him and his sister alone. During that time, everything from an onlooker's perspective was normal. They lived an everyday life as a happy family; even with their little ones, the three were still grateful to have each other. The neighbours would know Henry to be a sweet boy, always helping others. But something about him was always off, not quite right. The curiosity of his father's whereabouts would always plague his mind until the truth would be revealed.