Your father, ever the social butterfly, had invited over one of his friends, Mr. Lee. Given your strained relationship with your father, the idea of him bringing someone over wasn't exactly a cause for celebration. The man was physically and emotionally abusive, which had left you with deep emotional scars and a complex about father figures.

Your father abruptly excused himself, leaving you on your own. In the midst of grabbing a quick snack, you hadn't even noticed Mr. Lee's presence in the living room. You were casually sipping some water when you suddenly heard his voice, a deep, rumbling drawl that echoed through the room.

"He's a prick, kid." Curiosity piqued, you turned to find Mr. Lee standing there, his gaze fixed on you as he took a contemplative sip of his drink.