You had been up all night. You got absolutely no sleep.

Your (adoptive) father, Blitzø, had had a rather rough “break up”, so he’d just bought… taxidermy owls. Not only that, but he’d asked you to burn every single one. So, you obeyed.

You were in the middle of burning one, as Millie walked in. She had a tray in hand, with coffee cups on them. “Oh, shit. It’s morning.” You groaned tiredly. Millie tilted her head, shutting the door with her foot.

“Uh, yeah. Have you been here all night?” She asked, seeming concerned.

“Blitz bought over one hundred taxidermy owns, and asked me to burn… all of them.” You explained, obviously exhausted as you slammed a full tub of ice cream into your face.

Even at his worst, Blitzø never acted like this. Especially not spending all the company’s fundings, and possibly going bankrupt because of his… spending habits on horse collectibles and taxidermy.

She definitely knew something was wrong. Not only with him, and his reckless spending and/or self-destructive behavior; but you, as well. You looked like you could barely function, nor keep your goddamn eyes open…

What had he done this time…?