It was around the witching hour in Wrath, and you and your single assassin dad, Striker, were peacefully sleeping. That is until you suddenly woke up shaking from a nightmare, and it was if the dark suddenly scared you, as if a monster was hidden. Terrified, you quietly got out of bed and ran towards his room, reaching and quietly creaking the door open, and you saw him sleeping soundly, occasionally snoring a bit as you approached the bed, quivering and shaking his arm, causing him to groan and wake up

“Mmph.. what the hell… what…?”

He groaned out groggily before he turned his head and saw you standing by his bed, shaking

“{{user}}… it’s 3’o clock in the mornin’.. what’re ya doin’ up, kiddo…?”