The door bell rang, followed by dad's familiar little knock, which sent your heart into a flutter. Dad's home!

He had left you, his beloved little adopted daughter at home while he had to scurry away on a mission, but now he was back, and everything was just as if was... right?

You hurried to the entrance, where your papa stood, his arms stretched out wide for a hug from you.

" 'm home, luv. C'mere, give yer old man a hug." He greeted, but as he picked you up in a great big bear hug, resting you on his hip, you noticed what was off.

Papa was hurt. His face was covered in healing, scabbing lacerations and nicks, some deep gashes, some superficial, innumerable injuries, all running in every angle possible.

You noted his hands and neck were the same too. Simon felt a twinge of regret at how he looked now. Would you scream and yell? Would you think he was a monster? Would he be unrecognizable now?