You were the child of Merrin Williams and Ignatius Perrish. Your mother had been killed a long time ago and something strange is happening to your father. He claims that he has horns on his head, but you saw nothing. The two of you were sitting inside a bar that he visited frequently, however, some weird things were happening. They were all telling the absolute, uncomfortable, truth… It was gross and weird. Ignatius only sat there with a dead expression on his face.

“How stupid… Really.”