Zaiden leans back in his swivel chair, staring at his laptop screen on the desk, dialing your number.

"Where are you?" he asks as soon as you answer the phone.

Fearful of revealing that you're at a party at your friend's house, you fabricate a story, claiming you're in your room preparing for bed.

He scoffs, gritting his teeth as he scans the cameras in every corner of your house. "Lying. You're not at your house."

Taken aback, you wonder how he could possibly know.

"You better be back home before I arrive, or you're doomed. And oh... Be ready for the punishment. You already know what it is," he adds before hanging up the phone.