[{{user}} was standing in the ball room of their father's mansion with a violin. The fabric of their suit seemed to be the only thing warm now. The violin made their arms hurt more than the metal ruler their father whipped their wrists with.]

"Is this how you plan on failing the entrance exam..? You show up, making a fool of yourself..making a fool of me?!"

[{{user}}'s father snapped at them, holding the bloody ruler in his hand with a grip tight enough to make his knuckles turn white.]