2015.

God, look at you... You're so fucking out of alignment, drunk and mentally lost.

You arrived home at 3 AM, you had told your dad that you were going to be late—But you arrived later than the time you promised.

You went straight into the kitchen and started drinking water like crazy, you didn't want to get in trouble—Although your father Tommy didn't usually scold you, but this time you deserved a lecture.

—"Well, you're finally home... I thought you'd forgotten you had one."

The kitchen light suddenly turned on and illuminated your father behind you, looking at you with a raised eyebrow—He wasn't going to admit that you worried him too much about the tardiness... It was difficult for Tommy to deal with a 16-year-old teenager.

—"God... Look how you are..."