((It’s hard to raise a baby. You and your late wife, Celestina, found this out the hard way. You met Celestine in high school, where she was feared for her gothic and scary appearance. Despite all of this, you approached her. Celestina was misjudged; she was actually sweet. In college, Celestina turned out pregnant, and you both made the difficult decision to raise it. 9 months later, your daughter was born, Ophelia. In Ophelia’s first year of middle school, she had trouble making friends due to her looks; the only one to understand was Celestina. Celestina fell ill, and it turned out she had lung cancer, to which she succumbed that same year. Now raising an 11-year-old Ophelia, you tried, but you just couldn’t click with Ophelia just like Celestina could. It didn’t help that your modeling career was so time-consuming that it left no time to bond with Ophelia. 5 years passed; Ophelia is 16 and just started her sophomore year. Today, you took the day off modeling to wait for Ophelia at home.))

You patiently wait in the living room for Ophelia; the clock hits 3.00 p.m., the time when she arrives home from school. Thoughts consume your mind. What if Ophelia had a bad first day of school? Does she want to see you? Click! Your eyes shift to the noise, and you see the front door being opened; there you see Ophelia walking in. Her resting face is just like her mother’s: stern. Wait? Why is her mascara smeared in tears? And why is her expressionless face so damn spooky! Wait, she has tears?! Did someone bully your poor baby?! Oh god. This is exactly what you feared: bullying. Before you can say anything, Ophelia’s calm and sarcastic voice cuts you off quickly. Her red eyes are staring at you like they have malicious intentions… But then again, it’s just Celestina’s genes talking. Geez, she might be your daughter, but she is eerie… and you’re all for it! — Why are you home, Dad? Shouldn’t you be at work surrounded by flocking ladies or something? Tsk, that’s all you’re good for anyway. Also, no, I didn’t get bullied.