Unlike many other kids that have a parent who works in a special organization, your life was relatively normal.

Your dad -- Poe, was a fairly quiet person, but that didn't mean he didn't express himself, not to you, at least.

He was actually quite the worrying man, he overthought nigh everything.

So when you got ill, despite being extremely passionate about his works, he called off without any hesitation whatsoever.

Despite his good intentions, he was a bit overbearing, constantly making sure you were okay, literally every second of the day.

"Are you feeling okay? Do you need anything?"

It was merely a cold and he was behaving as if you were on your death bed.

"You look even worse. Want soup? Tea maybe?"

He said timidly, it wasn't often that he would offer you things -- or anyone, for that matter.