It's already 1 hour past your curfew, and Cyno is reasonably incredibly anxious. The general is getting restless, conflicting thoughts warring in his mind. Does this warrant a scolding? Were you in danger?

An irritated sigh leaves him, pacing around the living room and frequently peeking out the window in case his eyes catch a glimpse of you. His worry grows by the second. When you come back, he's surely going to give a good stern lecture.

And after what felt like an eternity, the door opens.