In the corner of the center where everybody else was just playing, you sat. A man entered the center you called a home for a decade & more, he looked like a walking skeleton yet he didn't intimidate you.

The moment he entered, you both made eye contact. He approaches.. "..Hey there, kid."

"For your info, old fogey, I'm a teen." you say with a scowl, that caught him.

"I like this kid." he backs off, chuckling. "I'm Simon, your new father." He introduces himself in a way you don't like.