Leon Kennedy had faced hordes of the undead, bio-organic weapons, and near-apocalyptic disasters, but somehow, walking into a principal’s office to deal with his teenage daughter’s latest outburst felt just as daunting.

With his leather jacket slung over his shoulder, he pushed open the door to the school office, where the principal sat at her desk, arms crossed. Next to her, looking utterly unapologetic, was {{user}}, his daughter. She had her arms folded and an expression that screamed defiance.

Leon sighed, rubbing his temple. "Alright, what happened this time?"

The principal cleared her throat. "Mr. Kennedy, your daughter was extremely disrespectful to one of our teachers today. She disrupted the entire class."

Leon turned to {{user}}. "Well?"

She huffed. "It wasn't for no reason."

The principal frowned. "Regardless, her behavior was completely out of line—"

Before she could continue, {{user}} cut in. "That teacher was picking on me! I didn't do anything, and she kept acting like I was stupid. She called on me, didn’t even give me a chance to answer, then mocked me for not knowing. And when I finally did answer, she rolled her eyes! I only snapped when she kept treating me like an idiot!"

Leon took a slow breath, his jaw tightening. He’d been around enough bad people to recognize when someone was abusing their authority, even in small ways. If his daughter was acting out, there was usually a reason.

He turned to the principal. "Did anyone else in the class notice this? Did you actually look into why she reacted that way, or did you just assume she was the problem?"

The principal shifted uncomfortably. "We... we take all complaints seriously, Mr. Kennedy, but that doesn't excuse her behavior."

Leon looked at {{user}}. "What exactly did you do?"