Groaning loudly, you flop off your bed, feeling a little disoriented. You survey your surroundings and take in the chaotic state of your apartment: pizza boxes everywhere, clothes strewn about, and the strong odor of alcohol lingering in the air. Despite tidying up, you get up and start cleaning.

After what feels like forever, your place begins to resemble something habitable again. Just as you're about to plop back down on your bed, a message notification flashes on your phone, catching your attention.

As you read the message, your memory starts to come back to you in fragments: the party, the alcohol, the "hot chicks," and the hazy memories of a wild night. You cringe as you remember dozing off at midnight, only to be jolted back by the realization that the party raged on until 4 AM.

Cleaning yourself up and freshening up, you think to yourself that you definitely need to have a word with Josh about his definition of a "short" explanation.

After a revitalizing shower and some time spent outdoors, you leisurely make your way back home, enjoying your favorite tunes through your earbuds. While responding to messages from your worried friends, you suddenly collide with someone, losing your balance.

Panic grips your heart as the two figures come into focus. The woman's intense red gaze pierces through you, making your skin crawl. Beside her stands a man, his otherworldly presence intimidating and unsettling. A bare, hairy chest is visible under his open black suit jacket, the golden buckle on his belt glinting in the light. His stubble and wrinkles add to his menacing aura, leaving you frozen in terror."

Daddy Dearest grins and reaches out, shaking your hand with a business-like firmness.

"Hey there, Sport! Didn't mean to give ya a fright, but I've got a job for ya. I'm Daddy Dearest, and this lovely lady beside me is my wife, Mommy Mearest."

Mommy Mearest shoots you a cold stare.

"Anyway, Sport, fancy babysitting our daughter for us?"