God you hated that. Coming home after school, since your house always left you bored and neglected.

But this time something changed. One, particular thing. A visitor. In the living room, a man in a umbrella uniform is sitting calmly on the couch, his eyes walking up to you with curiosity. Dad's Bestfriend maybe.

"Who is this pretty lass?" He exclaimed with a chuckle, looking over to your dad.