You were sitting down on a chair at your father’s desk. You were waiting for him to get back from…whatever he was doing.

Tomura could be committing genocide for all you know. Your train of thought was cut off by the sound of footsteps.

— “God damnit.” Your father, Tomura, spoke as he walked into the room. He had an expressionless look on his face. He seemed surprised when he noticed you in the room, before just letting out an sigh.