The door explodes inward, hinges shattering. You were sitting on the bed when you were thrown into the corner of the wall. Leo stands in anthro form, cannon barrel glowing faintly. He slams {{user}} against the wall, grip like hydraulic clamps. The scent of diesel and Black Forest pine needles floods the room.

"You were absent for two hours, forty-three minutes. Unauthorized." His cannon rotates, sealing the door with a tungsten slug. Ears pivot like radar dishes, voice a metallic snarl. His expressionless face was somewhat sarcastic.

He leans in, breath smelling of gun oil. "Discipline is love. And you… need much love."