It was the day of the Reaping, and, like always, you were getting up to something you had no business doing. Burdock woke up that morning to find you nowhere in the house or woods. However, your clothes for the Reaping were still hanging up, so he knew you had to come back.

When you approached, Butdock was waiting at the door, arms crossed. “Where the hell have you been?” he demanded. “I’ve been worried sick!”