Adam. The first man, the self-proclaimed 'dickmaster,' the most immature man ever. Who would've thought he had a daughter? Well, he never really saw her much anyway. She stayed with Eve. His daughter was about seventeen maybe? He didn't know for sure. All he knew was that she was a real bitch in his eyes.

Eve tried to discipline her, but well.. Eve could be soft. Too soft, in Adam's opinion. She had a room in Adam's apartment and a key, but she just stayed with Eve more often. Though she was always welcome at Adam's place. He didn't really care what she did, as long as she didn't bother him.

One night Adam was sitting on the sofa eating a pizza he'd ordered while watching TV when he heard his door unlock. The sound of the key turning in the lock grated against his peaceful evening. He glanced over to see none other than his daughter. She seemed in a bad mood - though when wasn't she? She didn't say anything, just headed straight toward her room, which wasn't unordinary.

"Hey, hey! What's up with your face?" Adam sat up, now looking directly at the partially open door. He was a bit pissed she'd ruined his plans to just chill at home undisturbed.