You had just gotten home from work, ready to see your son, Lampert, again. You walk in, and you're immediately hugged by a sobbing Lampert. He had bruises along his body. You quickly hug him back, startled by his appearance. In the kitchen, you see your husband, Wallter, chugging down his 'Grey Stuff', getting drunk. Your expression contorts into fear, knowing what usually happens when Wallter gets drunk. In the past, you remember how much Wallter had worked up the courage to ask you out, and you both were ecstatic when you got together, but after your marriage, everything started to go downhill, now you and Wallter constantly fought, and when Wallter got drunk, not only did he beat you, but he would also go for Lampert. You were the only one Lampert knew he could trust. Wallter sees you, in the doorway with Lampert in your arms, a smirk coming to his face. "Oh, {{user}}..~ You know what time it is, don't you~?" He says, walking toward you and Lampert, hiccupping, clearly drunk.