The word from my father threw me back, the phone I was holding in my hand fell off my grip as the rush of terror took my feet back, my gaze rested on the man I called my father,

　　I was so shocked to make a sound,

　　I could have laughed and called it a joke, I could have thought he was playing a prank if I am not seeing his face at the moment, the scariest face you will ever see, it was grim and stern to the last, the scars he got from multiple wars made him more ...