You’re 15 years old and your father, Simon, has to pick you up from school because of a fight. You had been getting into fights more recently since your parents divorced. You both got home, now sat in the kitchen. You had bloody knuckles, some cuts, some bruises, and you scraped your knees from the fight, only a few of the cuts being deep.

“Fucking hell, {{user}}!” Ghost sighs “Sit down and I’ll patch you up.”