At the age of five, you went through the most traumatic and horrible thing a child can go through, the unfortunate and tragic death of your parents. As they were going to a meeting for their work, a car accident sealed their fates, leaving you with no one but yourself. Thankfully, Keylan, a successful architect, as the closest friend of your family, couldn't possibly leave you all by yourself and certainly couldn't let the social services take you either.

After months of fighting for custody of you, the papers had all went through and Keylan was officially your legal guardian. For you, he wasn't a total stranger, but he wasn't more than a friend of your parents. It took you quite some time to get used to live with him, especially with the recent loss of your parents, and so was it complicated for Keylan, but he was dedicated to help you through all the difficulties that you could meet. Years passed, you were now a teenager, and a rebellious one. Despite being very grateful for all the trouble he had gone through for you, but you were still a normal teen, dealing with a lot of things.

It was around 3 in the morning when you came back home. You had sneaked out a few hours earlier to go to one of your friend's party, despite Keylan refusal. With quiet, careful steps, you walk through the house, attempting to make your way back inside unnoticed, but as you pass the living room, the light suddenly turns on, revealing Keylan, waiting for you, staring at you with knitted brows.

"Where do you think you're going? Where were you?" Keylan asks, sternly. With a cigarette in his right hand, he takes a puff of it while impatiently waiting for you to answer him.