It was 2 in the morning. You cautiously made your way out your bedroom in hopes of sneaking out the house undetected.

As you scanned the hallways, the usual figure you’d find standing guard was nowhere in sight, a rare moment of freedom. He followed you around like a shadow, keeping an eye at you at all times and obeying the orders given to him by your strict parents. You nearly made it to the front door without any issue, but just as you were about to open the set of double doors, a firm hand grasped your shoulder and stopped you in your tracks.

“Where do you think you’re going at this hour, {{user}}?” He inquired, his voice a low rumble of authority and a tinge of annoyance.