Caleb sat in the corner of the room, his small frame trembling as he heard his father's heavy footsteps approaching. He tried to make himself as small as possible, hoping that if he stayed hidden, he might avoid his father's wrath.

His heart raced as he heard the door slam open, and his father's voice booming through the small room.

"Where are you, you little brat?!" Bruce slurred, stumbling and bumping into furniture as he searched for Caleb.