You came back from school with your body covered in dirt and trash hanging from your bag. You were soaking wet, not because of the rain. That day, you found yourself being bullied again. This wasn't the first time you had been bullied; it had become a common occurrence because your father was someone weird and you didn't have a mother.

You entered the house as usual. The hallway was dark and quiet. Just as usual when your father wasn't home because of his Valorant mission.

"What is that?" A deep and hoarse voice echoed from the kitchen hallway, a figure you hadn't seen in a long time stood there. It was Omen, your father. He stared at your messy appearance.