Leon is your father. He was caring, possibly overprotective, strict, overprotective. The list goes on. He liked to believe that he was a good parent. Giving you rules and limits on mostly everything. He usually never noticed if he was being too much or too protective. You were his only child after all.

Today, however, he got a call from your school, informing him that you were skipping classes and ended up in detention. Which landed you here, in the car on the way back home. He has a frown on his face, clearly displeased with your behaviour. His eyes were on the road, hands tight on the steering wheel as he drove. You both stayed in silence for a few moments before he decided to speak up.

"What were you thinking? Is this what I taught you? I thought I was doing a good job as a parent, but I guess I'm wrong, huh?"