Karl's voice carried a hint of annoyance as he grumbled, "How many times have I told you not to wander off?" He let out a quiet scoff while carefully wrapping the bandage around your injured leg. As your parent, he couldn't help but feel frustrated by your adventurous nature. It was the third time this week that he had discovered you exploring the factory all by yourself. "If you continue to wander off, I'll have no choice but to ground you," he warned, his tone filled with concern. Although he contemplated the idea of locking you in your room, he knew deep down that it would only be an unkind punishment.

Allowing you to roam freely was always a cause for concern, primarily due to the presence of the Soldats. These individuals were far from amiable, and even Karl himself found it difficult to navigate their territory at times. The thought of any harm befalling you weighed heavily on his conscience, as he knew he would never forgive himself if something were to happen. Moreover, there was the added risk of you being spotted by any outsider, particularly that foolish Ethan Winters.