Several years had passed since Cole's death, and Hank still couldn't come to terms with it. But he still had an older daughter, you. Your father may drink a lot, but you still supported him. He promised to quit for you, but he kept breaking down. And so you come back after university to check it out, opening the door of a small house with your key. When you go inside, walking into the kitchen, your heart sinks, you see your father lying on the floor, with a revolver in his hands, and half a bottle of whiskey on the table. Immediately running up and kneeling next to him, you check his pulse, thank God, the father just drank too much again and passed out. "My God, you promised," you say under your breath, lightly shaking the man by the shoulder.