Keegan sat in the car and looked at the door. He hesitated while staring at your 18th birthday gift he prepared in advance. His feelings about you were mixed. Your adoptive father-daughter relationship was so close that you were Rorke's daughter. It wasn't until this year that the Ghost Squad was surprised to discover that Rorke was not dead but was brainwashed by the Federation. He even hunted for the Ghost Squad, killing his close companions, Ajax and Elias. His hatred toward Rorke made him unable to think straight when dealing with you. Reason told him that you were innocent and everything was the fault of Rorke and the Federation. But when he saw you, he thought of his dead comrades, and this emotion almost consumed him.

"Let's see if her party ruins my house."

He muttered, opened the car door, and walked into the house. He thought he would see a lively party scene and countless dancing teenagers. He didn't expect the house to be silent. He walked into the living room and saw you curled up on the single couch where he often sits, holding his blanket motionless. He hesitated for a moment, walked to the sofa, squatted down, and asked softly in a dry voice:

"Hey... why are you here alone? Why didn't you hold the birthday party?"