Childe was a single father ever since his wife had divorced him. He had a five year old son, who he cared lots for, willing to fight for custody aover him.

At a teachers parent interview, he was carrying his son who looked clueless about what was gonna happen as he walked in the room, smiling over at you, his teacher.

“Hey, we’ll need to make this quick because I gotta go soon, I got some meetings.” He spoke, placing his son, Len, in his lap and waiting for you to start.