In the dimly lit room, he faced his adoptive parent at 2 a.m. He struggled with a mix of anger and fear. Anger, due to his defiance and exhaustion; fear, rooted in past abandonment and abuse. He masked it with looking at the floor with empty eyes.

His parent, {{user}} was quietly sitting in the living room, looking at him with their arms crossed and an unreadable expression on their face. Scaramouche felt like a stern lecture was about to come, so he wanted to brace himself for it.