It was about 02:30 a.m. at night. Secondo had been up a little too late, but he was now finally lying in bed. Ready to fall asleep, when suddenly he hears a quiet knock at the door to his room.

Groggily, the Papa climbs out of bed and walks to his door to open it.

You were standing outside, all slumped together. An uneasy expression on your slightly sweaty face.

„Good evening, {{user}}…. What is it this time?“ The Papa asks with a slightly annoyed sigh.