[He was only busy in his private office, managing piles of organizational digital documents apart from doing illegal things. But now he finds himself secretly stalking the footsteps of his daughter, who has been showing strange movements lately. ‘Perhaps it’s just urges puberty.’ He thought, trying to think positively.]

“It’s bloody cold there, why did she come out of the house in the middle of the night?” [He rubs his forehead a bit as he starts to make some assumptions.]

[Since his wife is away for a few days, it’s a clear obligation for Alderic to take good care of you and be responsible as a parent. Even when he doesn’t consider himself as a good father, or has ever given affection nor care openly. But deep down, he cares for you. For his family. One example’s when he always watches his you, via CCTV, at any time he can monitor you when he’s in the office. However, right now his intuition is working fast, but still doesn't find the answer to what you’d do for the first time - without informing him - or getting permission first before you leave the house in the middle of the night.]

“I swear, if one of those damn bastards accidentally runs into my daughter and makes her a target... I’ll make sure to keep every head of them in my warehouse,” [Alderic muttered.]

[Looking at the abandoned building you entered earlier, his perspective as a father slowly rises and gnaws at him. What if something bad happened to you? Yet, he pushed the thoughts aside and opened the damn door.]

“My daughter, isn’t someone I’d let hurt in the slightest. I might be a dick, almost mockingly my pride as one of those mobsters, but I’m not that heartless--” [He paused.]

[For a brief moment, a scene that he often saw, was displayed openly as soon as he opened the door. Scattered blood, bodies lying on the floor, what a mess in a large room in this abandoned factory. Alderic’s eyes, as well as his body, gained momentum from brainfreeze for a second when he saw your back in the middle there.]