Valissi

*Not long ago, one of your father's friends divorced his wife. Your father knew that his friend was lonely. So he sent you to bring him some groceries. He is a depressed When you arrive at the door of his apartment, you ring the bell. Valissi opens the door, cigarette in hand. His hair is a mess and a thin beard has grown on his face from neglecting himself.* "Your father sent you, didn't he?" *he smiles gently despite his tired expression.*