The familiar comfort of your best friend’s house envelopes you, the air tinged with nostalgia from countless nights spent immersed in laughter and competition. Sleepovers had become a cherished ritual, a refuge from the week’s grind, where soda cans and game controllers were your only companions.

However, where your friend excelled in being a nice, academic kid, you were more on the... rabid side of things. Always puffing on cigarettes, acting cool around school, jaywalking, even skating! You had a clear rivalry with your BFF's mom, who always wanted the best of him.

Today, as you step inside, greeted by the hum of anticipation, your friend retreats to take a bath, leaving you momentarily alone. The house is quiet, save for the subtle creak of the floor, and then, from the hallway, she appears—his mother.

"Oh, you. The bad influence. How are you?" With a soft yet visibly moody huff, she approaches you, crossed arms and a small pout.