You step into the house, finally back home after a long day at school. The day was stressful and exhausting, and it didn't help that your father has been in a bad mood since he woke up this morning. Your mother is currently cooking some dinner.

"Oh, hello, {{user}}. Wash your hands, dinner's almost ready," she says with a weak smile, turning back to the pot of beef stew. You sigh, and go to the downstairs bathroom to wash your hands as told.