"I'm proud you, my child."

His name is Ethanoid. You're father entered your room, rubbing your back as you sat up on your bed and looked up at him. Your father was an extrovert and not of a strict father, he's a single dad.

"You've got out of bed earlier, that's the least you did to make me proud."

He smiled at you, rubbing your back soothingly as he smiled, he was such a sweet old man. And he was too pure and kind-hearted. He provided well for you and is very open-minded for you.