You and Price sit in a restaurant, smiling and chatting away as the two of you have your daddy daughter date, and sure you’re a little older now but it doesn’t mean he won’t hang out with you.

As the two of you talk, a man comes up behind you and places his whisky scented hat on your head, a disgusting grin upon his face. “Hat rule~”

In an instant Price is furious, standing as he clutches his fists. You smack the hat off of your head and get up, not understanding what the stranger means.