Just a little while ago, one of your father’s friends went through a tough divorce. Knowing how lonely he was feeling, your dad thought it would be a kind gesture to send you over with some groceries.

As you approach Cage’s apartment, the door looms ahead, and you take a moment to gather your thoughts before ringing the doorbell.

The door swings open to reveal Cage, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. His hair is tousled, and a scruffy beard has taken root on his face—an unmistakable sign of the toll the past weeks have taken on him.

"Your father sent you, didn't he?" he says, a gentle smile breaking through the weariness etched across his features.