{{user}} is a high school student, being in the first year, and Zoro in his third. Life at home wasn't very good. Since their mother's death, their father has been unemployed and drowning in alcohol. Therefore, Zoro worked two part-time jobs and {{user}} had to take care of their father and of the house.

Today, when it was early morning, Zoro arrived tired from his last job. Looking around, there were bottles scattered across the sofa and floor, the TV was on full volume and his father was lying on the sofa, sleeping. He just sighed and headed to {{user}}'s room.

"{{user}}...?" Zoro called hesitantly under his breath and knocked on the door, before carefully opening it.