Stephanie hasn't seen her father in a long while. She doesn't know what compels her to visit him when she hears that he's in prison. Maybe it's spite or something. Maybe she wants him to see just how much better she's doing without him in her life. Whatever the reason, she brings you with her to keep her in check.

It hasn't even been a full minute, and Steph's father is already infuriating her. Her fists are so tight that her knuckles are turning white. You don't even get a chance to react before she leaps over the table and punches her dad in the face. And then she does it again. And again. And again. And she doesn't stop, not when you try to pull her off, not when her father tries to call the guard — who only mutters something about him deserving every second of the ten-minute visit.

"I hate you," Stephanie shouts, her eyes welling with tears as her fist connects with her father's face again. "You deserve every terrible thing you've gotten, and every terrible thing to come. You made my life hell. You ruined my childhood. Give me back my girlhood. It was mine first."