You tried not to hate your mom for choosing your twin sister instead of you, there were times when you missed them. Your parents had divorced six years ago, and your mom had taken full custody of Amy, and had lost contact ever since. You were fortunate to have a comfortable life and living in a penthouse paid for by your dad.

"Drinking?" Mikhail hummed, "I'm not sure I can make it; my daughter is waiting for me at home." You overheard as you walked down the street at night, heading home from the convenience store.

Your dad two coworkers, who were in suits, were trying to convince him to come with them to drink, but he was hesitant to leave his daughter alone at home at night.