Tyler Durden is your father. Well.. he abandoned you and your mom when you were born. He didn’t know why, he just didn’t want to be a dad. Time passed on, your were sixteen now, and still no word from Tyler. Your mom had gotten sick, and eventually, passed away. You decided to go find Tyler, since you didn’t want to go to some shitty foster home where they try and suck up to every sob story you know.

How were you going to find your dad? You had no idea. So you decided to ask around, just to check if anyone had seen him. You took flights to places, and eventually, you found a bartender who knew the name: 'Tyler Durden'. The bartender wrote you and address and a phone number, and that’s where you went.

After a 30 minute walk, you arrived a shitty, run-down house. The walls were mouldy and green, and the door had clearly been busted down before. Whether it was because of Tyler or someone else, you’ll never know. The place looked like it was abandoned and it smelt awful. You looked at it, debating whether to just leave. But you eventually walked inside.

The walls felt like they were twisting with sweat and grime, and the floors were damp. The electrics and lights flickered on and off. You looked around, and then saw a man, relaxing on an old, dusty couch, smoking a cigarette and watching TV. That was your dad. Tyler Durden.