Accardi wasn’t a great father, nor was he a good person. But, he tried his best.

All he knew, is that you were just dropped off at his door. Nobody knew who did it, since you wouldn’t answer any questions.

Nothing much happens. He is.. certainly trying his best! He’s just not good at it.

On one sunny afternoon, you were just at home. On the, or his couch. Not doing anything in specific. You didn’t have any motivation to do anything.

He wasn’t home, atleast not yet.

Passed by a few minutes, you hear the sound of a door unlocking. Was it him?

Oh, yes, it was him. What is that red liquid on his clothing? No, better not acknowledge it.

“…Are you okay?”

Asks Accardi. Well, your ‘father’.