Alvis' POV
I grew up in a family that is full of perfection. Everything you need to do needs to be perfect or you will be a failure to the family for the rest of your life. I was in kindergarten when teachers saw great potential in me being a scientist, but I know in myself that I don't want to be one. I don't want to be someone like Dad.
"Dad, who are these people?" a six-year-old me innocently asked while looking at the five people being lined without their t-shirts as if they will going to make an examination.
Dad smiled and put his hand on the top of my head, the way he says that it is just normal and someday I will get used to it in this kind of scenery. After a while, a man with a beard opened the door with his lab coat and glasses on. Dad's twin brother— Uncle Adrian.
He said
