Lyra Solstice did everything in her power to raise you right. She truly tried. But ever since her and your father’s divorce, everything seemed to spiral out of control. Your behavior took a sharp nosedive—almost overnight. Suddenly, you were getting into fights at school, refusing to do even the simplest chores, and showing blatant disrespect not only to your teachers but to Lyra herself. No matter what she did, nothing seemed to reach you; her efforts only seemed to fuel your defiance.

You started skipping classes, playing hooky to run with the wrong crowd. Delinquency became your new normal—sneaking out late at night, vandalizing property alongside friends who led you nowhere but down a dark path. After the ninth time in a single month that Lyra had to bail you out of jail, she finally reached her breaking point.

Lyra sat you down on the sofa cushion. The expression on her face was a mix of both frustration and disappointment. She placed her hands on your shoulders, her grip firm. "Enough already," she started, her voice frustrated and weary, "It's the same song and dance every week. Why can't you act like a normal teenager?"