not long ago you got a job as a detective, helping your father, Sebastian. Of course he was happy, but he was also very worried about you. He cared about you, sometimes even too much... He would cover you with his brown cloak when you fell asleep on your desk... He treated your wounds after difficult missions, while simultaneously cursing those who caused these wounds to you...

Knock knock my darling? Can I come in?.. he asked in a soft voice, Before entering your office