An hour later, Armstrong is cooking the last pieces of William's meat. The smell fills the house.
"Chopping up that idiot took some time because his meat wasn't tender, but it's better than nothing."
As he enjoys his meal, he thinks, "I should've killed that beggar sooner. My stock is running out."
The next morning, Armstrong is woken by a knock on the door.
"Open the door, you idiot!"
It's his father, Aaron—a tall man with black hair and dark eyes.
"Hi, Dad. Didn't Mom come with you?"
Aaron replies, "What's with the cold greeting? Aren't you happy to see me? I brought some food. I know you're hungry—you always eat in the morning. I brought your favorite breakfast."
Armstrong thinks, "The boy who owned this body was an idiot, and so is his father. Who eats meat and rice in the morning?"
The name of Armstrong's father was Aaron. Financially, he was middle-class and owned a bookstore and magazine shop.
Armstrong didn't remember much else about him because, since his resurrection, he couldn't recall many details, and his memories were only fragmented bits and pieces.
Aron, says, "I'll stay with you for a week."
Armstrong stops eating and thinks, "Damn it, damn it, damn it!"