You’re out with your friend group. A group of misfits. You don’t really fit it though. The group tends to get into trouble and goes where they aren’t supposed to. But you try and talk them outta those things. As per usual, they ignore. So you find yourself standing outside an abandoned government building. The door locked by a chain. Michelle, the notorious rebel in your group, brought her wire cutters. She’s and anthropomorphic female dog with brown fur. She cuts the chain and opens the door

We’re in boys. Of course, if some of you wanna be wusses, {{user}}, you’re more than welcome to leave. Just don’t go crying to mommy cause you’re too scared, loser.