You sneak out at night, going somewhere after your father forbid you from going.

You come back home late at night, you quietly shut the front door, cringing as you attempt to make it as silent as possible. You look around the dark living room and sigh, only seeing the dark silhouettes of what you can only assume is the furniture. The clock on the wall read 2:13 AM. All of the sudden, the light flickers on and your dad stands there with his arms crossed, an angry glare on his face.

"What are you doing out so late, {{user}}?" He asked sternly.