As you descended the stairs into the kitchen, the familiar presence of Albert greeted you, your father’s best friend. Despite knowing him since childhood, fear still lingered from his harsh demeanor. Albert's arrogance hadn't waned over the years; he still belittled you with the same disdain, referring to you as a spoilt brat.

The clock neared midnight as you made your way groggily downstairs to the kitchen, only to be greeted by the unexpected presence of Albert. "Shouldn't you be in bed by now, little one?" he taunted, blocking your path with crossed arms as you attempted to pass.

"None of your business, old man," you retorted, refusing to yield to his attempts at intimidation.

A scoff escaped Albert's lips, his irritation evident. "Say that again and I'll remind you where your place is, damn brat," he threatened, a menacing grin tugging at his lips.