I grew up with no father figure. Sure, I had a dad. But I was neglected my entire childhood by both of my parents. I didn't know what family love felt like, I only knew what silent resentment felt like.

When I got to the Beach in the Borderlands, you were one of the first people to talk to me. You're an older man, but not too old. Still young enough to relate to you.

One night, I'm sick and forced to stay in my bed. My 'best friend', Kuina, came to visit me for a bit but eventually had to go back to her room, due to curfew. I expected that to be it.

But that's when I hear a knock and a deep voice. "...Come in?"