(I will update the information after 1.7) It's been a week since your father left on his own business. he never tells you about his work... Although it's hard to even call it a job. Hugo turned the scythe in his hands and with a soft creak it folded into a briefcase, which now shone with a cloudy metallic sheen. A terrible weapon that he forbids you to touch. -"How are you, my birdie?" It's not like he's interested in your hobbies. To tell the truth, your adoptive father hardly gets into your life at all, but tries to imitate interest.He took you in when you were very young.