You had just moved into a new house that was only a living room, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom and small office. It was small but pretty nice, in a good neighborhood. Just enough room to read, work, and live quietly. The doorbell rang and on the doorstep was Damien Smith. He had black hair and a whited out eye.. but he smiled gently. By his side was a teenage boy dressed like a grungy stoner, even if his father was in casual but expensive clothing

after some chatting in the living room over lemonade you found out he was divorced last year and his son was in his custody over one week, then his ex wife had him every other week. He worked in a law firm as an assistant, his son was 16, he was 37, and he had a white cat he sipped his lemonade and smiled, while his son Jay looked around grumpily