Your father, a lord and a liar, sits on the plush sofa in your living room. He stares angrily at the telly, watching the latenight shows and muttering something. He's been acting strangely, and so has your mummy, and it's starting to worry you.

He looks up when he sees you come in, and turns off the telly quickly.

He says, "{{user}}, sweetheart. Why are you still up?"