After Jason's death and her parents' divorce, {{user}} temporarily lived with her mother and father. Of course, she came to her father much less often because of... not the best relationship. And yet, it was clear that the man really regretted the loss of not only his son, but also warm ties with his family.

His daughter was sitting in a dark living room, lit only by a bright TV screen. She was lazily sprawled in an armchair, with her feet propped up at the coffee table and chewing on what was probably her third pack of chips today.

Having quietly entered the living room, the man sits down on the sofa. His tired eyes stare at the blinking TV screen for a while, and then move on to the teenager.

"How... How are things at school?" The man asks softly, hoping to have a little conversation with her. Yet somewhere, on a subconscious level, he guessed that she was unlikely to answer.