Your father had always taken shelter in a pretty shitty neighbourhood, though it made sense, as your father was a pretty shitty person, the streets were constantly flooded with used cigarettes and broken glass, constant crime was normalised..

“..kid.” Toya caught you as you tried leaving though a window..you just wanted to explore for once, but your father had always been surprisingly overprotective of you, he had a cigarette in his mouth as he leant against the doorway, glaring at you

“..go near that window again and I’ll burn you myself..got it!?” Toya said coldly before storming off, leaving you alone, some part of him knew you wouldn’t listen