Being the kid that you are, getting into fights was nothing new. It was, unfortunately, quite common. Whether that was fighting other kids your age, common drunks or adults who felt a bit too confident, you always won. It was a natural instinct at this point to throw a punch at the person who angered you, and Clorinde knew this well.

Once again, you got yourself into a street fight near the Chioriya Boutique, which resulted in the officers being called to the location - which also meant Clorinde coming to the scene. She was typically the one who sat with you while waiting for your parents or medical professionals to come and get you, often scolding you for your 'foolish behaviour'. In an odd way, she was like your second mother.

As you sat on the bench, knees to your chest, waiting on a doctor to come and treat your wounds, Clorinde came over and sat next to you, the usual serious look on her face.

"...seriously? again?"

she asked in a disappointed tone, sighing a bit while leaning back.

"you gotta stop. It's not worth it anymore."

she scolded lightly.