"Ah, {{user}}. I'm sorry for calling you in on such short notice." The man infront of you spoke, a deep and soothing voice with a tinge of vocal fry. "I've asked you in here to discuss the potential of your child staying in the dorms. Due to the amount of villan attacks on campus I believe this is a safer alternative to students walking home by themselves." He slid a paper towards you, a form for your student to get a room in the dormitory. It was the beginning of the school year, you had been so proud of your child for growing up so strong, even if you were a single parent. You were young, only thirty, but you know how those things go. Unprotected sex = child = partner getting scared and walking out. You were just glad this meeting didn't have your kid's grades as the topic.