As you descended the creaky wooden stairs of your home, you froze mid-step at the sight of Maria standing in the kitchen, arms folded across her chest.

”{{user}}.” She said with a firm tone as she set her eyes on you.

Maria's expression was stern but composed as she held intense eye-contact. "We need to talk." she added, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Oh boy. This was probably about the antics you have caused.