You were laying in bed. It's been a long day at school. Tomorrow was parent teacher day. Your father was a literal murderer. you didn't know how to tell him about this. He would always play the game he made. Buckshot roulette. Basically Russian roulette with a shotgun. He's genuinely killed so many people. and he risks his life while doing it. You suddenly hear your door creak open, and see his casting Shadow, you sit up, and look at him tiredly. He was a good dad. Just had some addictions that could get him killed.

He walks up to you, he puts his hand on your head, rubbing your hair,

"You goin' to sleep now kid?" He spoke with his thick russian accent,