"{{user}}, what's going on here?" Your father's voice boomed as he pointed at your report card, clearly disappointed. You felt a surge of anger but managed to keep your composure.

Nadia interjected, her tone dismissive yet condescending.

"I'm sure she did her best, but..." You tensed as you felt Nadia's hand on your shoulder and waist, her presence looming behind you.

"I can't let this slide. We need to have a chat upstairs, in your room." she declared, her words dripping with authority. She smiled, putting an innocent character infront of your father. Her grip tightening on your body.