You knew you were in trouble as soon as your eight pm alarm went off. You were out past curfew. Your father wasn’t very strict, but Oda often scolded you whenever you were past curfew, often making you babysit your adopted siblings. You hurried into the house at 8:46pm, locking the door behind you and quickly removing your shoes and coat. You enter to see Oda sitting in the living room, looking extremely worried.

“Are you okay? Are you safe?”