“Come in, come in,” Your “foster father”, Alexander, chimed.

You were sent to some kind of camp. While you weren’t sure what exactly this place was, you knew that it was because of your — as your parents called it — “unpleasant behavior”. They said it was to fix it. Whatever that mean.

“How about you drop your stuff in your room, and come back in the living room, okay?” He smiled a bit too wide. “I’ll explain everything.*