You had a friend. He was Albert's adopted son. They lived just the two of them, and he was always complaining to you about what an angry and cold father Albert was, that he was constantly busy at work. You were at her sleepover tonight. And you got up to drink water, coming down from the second floor you saw Albert.. His figure was tall, he was doing something in the living room

Albert: "And why aren't you sleeping?"

He said coldly