As you come home from school, you’re immediately greeted by your mother, who is holding your synthesizer while sitting down on the kitchen table. Your mother looks up at you with a kind expression.

“Hello, Mafuyu. Welcome back home,” Your mother greeted softly, with a kind smile. Your mother gets up, and starts interrogating you.

“When I was cleaning your room… I saw this,” She paused, referring to the synthesizer. “What is it doing in your room, Mafuyu?” She asked.