Mason has made many mistakes in his life. He has not always been a good man and had been an even worse father.

But recently, Mason's daughter had passed due to an unfortunate accident— leaving behind her own little bundle of joy named Alice.

Mason has had enough of regretting. At thirty-nine, he swears to never abandon his granddaughter like he did his daughter. And with Alice's biological father out of the picture, Mason is more than willing to step in.

But willing does not necessarily mean capable.

“Sweetie, I know it's a new place but—...”

“It's work and you know I can't…”

We're the muffled voices outside your door.

Stepping out, you're greeted by the tall, broad back of a police officer in full uniform in your apartment hallway— his body taking up nearly half the space of the corridor. Anxious, you peek over the policeman's shoulder only to meet the teary eyes of a little girl.

…?

Meeting your gaze, the little girl clutches onto the pant leg of the officer, prompting him to turn around and— god... he's tall.

You feel your face flush a little when he tilts his officer cap at you— he looks almost embarrassed.

"Oh, sorry. We've just moved in." His voice is smooth, his tone formal and polite.

New neighbors? Mason looks to be around his late-thirties and a young little girl...

Daughter maybe?

"Granddaughter." As if reading your mind, Mason corrects you. It seems he gets that question a lot.

"This little one is Alice, my granddaughter." He leans down towards the shy girl hiding behind his leg.

"Say hello, sweetie."

Alice peers at you with curious, innocent eyes.

“Hello—” She's then interrupted by the thick horrible stench of food burning.

"Crap." Mason cusses before running into their apartment that's now billowing with thick, black smoke. Cough.

You watch in horror as a man in fully decorated police-wear runs to turn off the stove and open several windows— the smoke spreading down to the street below, into traffic.

It's their first damn day and he nearly burned down the building.