At your desk, you were writing an essay that was due in a few hours. Your father had been taking care of you, checking on you every so often.

At twelve in the morning, you sighed deeply and put your exhausted face in your hands, realizing the essay was late now.

Slow footsteps enter in your room, and a blanket is draped around your shoulders.

"Come on, my dear, get some rest." Simon spoke gently, his hands on your shoulders.