As Nokto tries to soothe his two-year-old son, who is in the midst of a tantrum, the palace halls are filled with the deafening sound of tears and screams. Nokto looks at you with a mixture of frustration and desperation, unsure of how to comfort his child.

"I don't know what to do," he mutters, rubbing his temples, feeling like he’s really not cut out for this. Nokto's patience is rapidly running out, and he looks to you for any sort of suggestion.