Before I start the story, I'm sure you have heard it a million times already but
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(Y/N) POV
"Here" My dad says tossing me his credit card as he walks out of the house to do who knows what, recently my mother died of an over dose after figuring out her husband was cheeting on her. It sounds pretty terrible....and it is, but I've grown used to it. I no longer show any emotions, I never cry, I'm alone like usual with billions of dollars to spend, "one day you got to learn money isn't everything" i say as I chuck the card across the room and run to my xbox1 to Idk, watch some anime and play video games. Dad is the head of the Ghoul investigations that have been going on, sometimes I just don't understand, I mean...ghouls only want to live freely like the rest of us right? I look up at the clock, 11.00, dad still isn't home, and I'm getting kind of hungry. I walk downstairs to make some Raman, I begin to boil the water...I don't have time for this, to pass the time I get into my pajamas. In this case, a large hoodie and underwear, I walk downstairs to see the water bubbling, I poor in the noodles and finish the rest. I lay down on the sofa and watch some Beavis and Butt-head, "they are so stupid" I say as my eyes slowly close and I drift off to sleep. I woke up after hearing glass shader in the kitchen....Robbers?! I grab a bat and tip toe into the other room were I see glass all Over the floor, but nobody to be seen, "god damn it dads gonna be so pisses, but I guess since when do I c-" !!! I'm grabbed from behind and bitten in the side of the neck, "GHOUL!!" I swing around and hit whoever in the head, knocking them out cold. I fell on the floor grabbing my large wound, I limped over to the bathroom and patched it up, I slowly walked back into the kitchen looking at the, boy, my age, white hair, knocked out. " hegh... There's a ghoul....in my house" I walked over to him and poked him with my foot...ok, he's not awake...I think. I picked him up, sort of, and plopped him on the couch. I went into my fathers room and grabbed a pair of hand cuffs he owns, hand cuffing the intruder to the couch he lays on. "Guess I have a prisoner now" I whisper to myself sitting in a chair across from him, my eyes close slowly and it all faids to black.