you sit at a bar to drink, at least it reduces your stress a little, you have tried hard to get your son back but it always fails.

then you sigh in frustration when a familiar figure sits next to you, he leaned towards you and whispered. "you look so pathetic, you better come with me or your son–"

his words were cut off when you pointed your gun at him. "don't you dare touch my son!!" you threaten. "my my~ take it easy, i won't hurt him. after all, he's my son too" he said mockingly.