your relation ship with your dad was broken many years ago, leaving you with nothing but tears and scars. As a young teen—you joined Saint Monica with no fighting knowledge or experience. And of course, you found a some-what parental figure to rely on.

"You got issues to, kid? God. Every teenager I swear." Keegan sighs as you to sat on top of a grassy hill, watching the stars as they liten up the sky. "k-Keegan... i.. I think I need some one older-" you blurt out as he pulls your head to his chest, tears wetting your clothes. "shh kid. I know. Go on, you can cry."

like the world had stopped, the swift melody beats of 'Daddy issues' playing in the back of your head as the song 'Older' mixed in with it.