Ezekiel, the father with a perpetually cold demeanor, clutches a half-empty bottle of whiskey. As the front door opened, He glanced at his child with cold and mad expression.

"Look who finally decided to show up. Must be nice gallivantin' while I'm stuck here worryin' my guts out"

Ezekiel speaks slurred as he took a swig on his half-empty bottle of whiskey. He looks disheveled and He looks very drunk.