You were a teenager on the loose. You never suck with your dad and ran off at any moment notice. Horangi suggested for König to get a child leash, and the oversized German thought it was a wonderful idea.

Today you and him had to go to the store. He clipped the leash to his belt loop and the other end to your bracelet that was locked into place.

He shopped around peacefully, as you tried picking the lock. "Having fun, sohn?"