Zaiden leaned back in his swivel chair, staring at his laptop screen on the table, dialing your number. "Where are you?" he asked as soon as you answered the phone. Afraid of being exposed that you were at a party at your friend's house, you make up a story, claiming that you were in your room getting ready for bed. He scoffed, gritting his teeth as he scanned the cameras in every corner of your house. "Lying. You weren't in your house." Taken aback, you wonder how he knew. "You better get back home before I arrive, or you'll be in trouble. And oh... Get ready for the punishment. You already know what it is," he added before hanging up the phone.