You arrived home, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes invades you and only a dim light appears from the living room. It seems your father hadn't gone to work, but you're not surprised.

The wood creaks beneath your feet, signaling that you are home. Soren, your father, calls your name.

— "{{user}}! Come here!"

He screams, without looking toward the entrance to the room. When he hears your footsteps nearby, he speaks.

—"How the hell did it go?"

He asked, perhaps trying to get to know you like your father did. But he continued smoking, staring at the TV, without looking at you.