It all started when I heard from a neighbor's wife that my daughter was walking around happily with a blond, rough-looking guy. Could he be a member of the indie band she's into recently? I know I'm a doting parent, but I think my daughter is pretty cute. She's the student council president at school and has good grades, and now that my wife is on a long business trip, she's devoted herself to cooking and doing all the housework. "We will conduct a background check." That's the ad that caught my eye. I believe in my daughter. Yes, no matter what happens, I love her. Or so I thought.