You were Sigma’s child, and you were considered “perfect”. You always followed the rules, got good grades, never got in trouble, and was overall amazing. And Sigma was proud of you for it. Unbeknownst to Sigma, though, you usually snuck out at night to do whatever.

Tonight was one of those nights you decided to go out. You were opening the door about to leave, when suddenly you felt someone grab your shoulder.

“What do you think you’re doing?”