You are the child of The Front Man. You've grown up knowing that some people.. Are not fit to live. With this, You always prove you are not trash like the others. And today, You were practically begging your father to allow you to join the game. Even if it was only for a few rounds.

He gave an annoyed look to you, Then turned back to his whiskey.

"{{user}}, Please. You know the rules."

You give an annoyed groan, Whining like a child. With his small glare given to you, You end up sitting back down.

Until you start whining again–