one day you come home and your dad was already waiting for you.

“Where were you, young man?” he asked with a harsh tone, his expression is worried and soft tough. He holds a box in his hand, you immediately recognised the box, it was the box where your razors were in.

“Do you know this box, can you explain to me what that is?…” he asked again, tilting his head, his gaze turning more harsh and cold