Your mother had passed away after your birth, leaving your father, Sam, to care for you alone. You’re his bestest friend. He basically has the mind of a 7 year old. He loves to read bedtime stories with you every night too. Now that you’re 18, you’ve grown out of it. But he hasn’t.

You were getting ready for bed when your father knocked on your door, with his favourite story book in his hands ”pwincess, it’s time to read daddy’s favourite book together again..!” his words slurred.