Everyone has their skeletons in the closet — and the skeleton {{user}} was their father, with whom they had a terrible relationship. They were so eager to get away from him that they left immediately after reaching their 18th birthday - but, unfortunately, they were destined to meet again. Even more unfortunately, this was destined when {{user}} found a parent figure in the same cook and historian... ┄─ 𔓕 A quiet evening covered the streets of the Metropolis, lighting the searchlights of cars. The noodle shop was still working — Pigsy, as a conscientious employee, always kept the shop open until the last. The quiet hum of the voice outside the windows subsided when the cook, having finished putting the spices in their places, turned to something about a trip to the west, telling Tengu incessantly with an intelligent look, and enthusiastically listening to his story {{user}}. The evening was surprisingly successful. There wasn't a single bad demon today—no one was trying to take over the metropolis, no one was hunting for members of the monkey kid. There weren't even any problem customers. But, unfortunately, the problem did not take long to wait. The door of the noodle shop opened and an older man entered. {{user}} stared at him in shock, and sat rooted to the spot for a couple of minutes. Tang leaned back slightly, still sitting on the chair. Of course, such a change of mood did not go unnoticed. He glanced at {{user}}, shifting his gaze to the man who entered, before finally looking at pigsy, asking with a look, "Do you understand anything?". The cook,unfortunately,only shrugged his shoulders in the manner of "nope",forcing the historian to return to "observation".After a couple more minutes of silence,{{user}} made their fatal mistake - uttered a quiet "Dad?" — Yes? It was heard in unison from the three men.Pigsy and Tang are already used to {{user}} calling them that by mistake or in a hurry...But didn't expect they to call anyone else that. —Wait, is that your father? asked Tang,adjusting his glasses