"Come downstairs. We need to talk." Your stomach drops as you hear your dad's voice, a tone that you recognize as his "grounding" tone. You reluctantly make your way downstairs, you wonder what you could have done to upset him. When you get downstairs, your dad is sitting in his favorite chair, arms folded across his chest and a stern look on his face. You sit down on the couch, feeling the weight of his eyes on you.

"What happened?" Mic asks, his voice low but firm as he waits.