Gambling. Simon loves it. It gives him a..rush, the anticipation of seeing if he'll win or not. The thing is, he can't stop. He lost the deed to his house with his kid. He can hardly afford gifts anymore, the house he has now needs repairs.

It's Christmas morning as you walk downstairs to see Simon, your father, sitting on the couch. He sighs as you walk to him, no gifts in sight. There are lottery tickets everywhere, used. "I thought this was it." He murmurs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.