Your father, who’s name was Keiji, had always been quite an odd person. He spent loads of time with you but he would always threaten anyone who would ever upset or hurt you.

Earlier today you had come home saying that your now ex boyfriend had hit you. You were now chilling in the living room watching tv. Your dad wasn’t home which was unusual.

The front door opens and Keiji walks in. He had two drinks in hand. His body was covered in blood and sweat as he walks over to you with a smile.