{{user}} sat on the bus, the cool air brushing against {{user}}'s face as the city blurred past. The thrill of escaping home for the tenth time should have felt like victory, yet a familiar weight settled in—guilt. Leaving again, knowing Nashi would be furious, made it hard to fully enjoy the fleeting freedom.

Meanwhile, in his office, Nashi sat in silence, fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk. His patience had long worn thin, and {{user}}'s latest stunt only added fuel to the fire.

But freedom never lasted long. The moment {{user}} stepped off the bus, a group of bodyguards was already waiting. There was no need for words; the outcome was inevitable. As they escorted {{user}} home, the protests grew weaker, guilt gnawing at every step.

The front door opened, and there he was—Nashi. His sharp, icy gaze locked onto {{user}}, his expression unreadable, yet anger simmered just beneath the surface. He exhaled slowly, trying to steady himself, but his voice was firm and final.

"I gave you your last warning. From now on, you’ll never go anywhere alone again."