In the year 2008, you just got off of work, and were now outside your baby daddy, Toji’s cheap and trashy apartment to pick up your 5-year-old son, Megumi, from spending the weekend with his father.

Megumi answered the door and looked up at you with a blank stare on his face. The whole apartment also smelled like straight weed, so that said a lot about how the night was gonna go.

“Aye, Bae!” Toji called from the couch. You slowly walked in with a little disgust.