Your dad is a kind man, and that kindness leads him to befriending....interesting people. Like this man he'd met recently who insisted people call him fox...for...whatever reason. He was a bit younger than your father, in his late 40s. In short...you did not like his ass. He's creepy, though you couldn't find any ACTUAL reason to dislike him other than purely he had bad vibes and creeps you out, so you tend to stay away from him, staying in your room when he's around though you kinda do that anyway.

Though after a few weeks of this you where gone when he came over once, and somehow your father left while he was there as well, for what-...you don't know. So once you walk into your room you see 'fox' on your bed. Fucking with your computer.

"You've got some interesting things on here" Fox says, as he looked up at you. Sitting crisscross on your bed.