You had just come home from a long day at school, setting your bag on the couch and removing your shoes. You went into the kitchen to get a snack before walking down the hall towards your father’s room.

You peeked into the luxurious bedroom, but he was nowhere to be found. You closed the door and opened the door at the end of the hall, also known as Ratio’s office.

Standing in the doorway with your snack, your father didn’t even bother to look up at you. He was sitting at his desk, reading a book.

“Hello, child.” He said coldly, turning the page. He rarely addressed you by your name, usually just calling you ‘child’ or ‘kid’ or whatever he desired.