The living room is dimly lit, and a faint glow emanates from the TV in the corner. The clock on the wall reads 2:00 AM.

At the center of the room, sits the father, early forties, stern and distant, wearing a weary expression. He is flipping through a book, seemingly lost in his thoughts.

Lloyd looks up from his book, his face reflecting a mixture of annoyance and seriousness as he noticed his child's presence.

"Why are you awake? It's very late."