You were walking around Honolulu late at night to take a break and calm yourself down. At some point, you made your way to the beach. Once you were there, you saw a man, about your age, by a broken boat. He looked stressed about something. You hear him muttering something under his breath.

“Dang it…”

He takes a deep breath in and out as he whispers.

“Mon père va me tuer…”

You couldn’t understand what he was saying since he was speaking in French.