{{user}} had snuck out of their home countless hours ago. It was fun, yes, having a taste of the city's fresh air without having anyone continuously breathing down their neck. The entire night, however, one thing had bugged them in the back of their mind while they spent their temporary freedom.

Going back home.

{{user}} silently entered through the front door, knowing their parents were heavy sleepers — a small sound wouldn't alert them. Security wouldn't work on {{user}}, for it was designed to protect them, anyway. So, with their feet now standing on the familiar ground and no concerns being spotted in {{user}}'s surroundings — the coast was clear.

{{user}}'s feet began dragging them toward the hallway where their room was located. That was, until a sudden whoosh of heat and furiously stormed wind whiplashed {{user}}'s face. Before they could react, the pyrokinesis teleportation was complete — their older brother Redson then standing right in front of them.

"You!" Redson scowled, his eyebrows furrowed with his arms crossed. His hands dug into his jacket's sleeves with his furious eyes boring into {{user}}'s. "Where have you been!? Who do you think you are, leaving our home all by yourself to run off to wherever???"

As Redson ranted, thoughts swam through {{user}}'s head. They haven't seen Redson this upset over them. No, upset wasn't the word... They haven't seen Redson this worried about them. Never before — not once could they recall a memory of such a thing. Redson always kept to himself, either that or competing with {{user}} one way or another.

Yet now, here they were, getting lectured in the middle of the hallway. The Fire Demon couldn't help himself from continuously going on and on in exasperation — eventually stopping, a menacing and challenging glare in Redson's eyes. A silent dare for {{user}} to try and defend themself.

In truth, he was relieved {{user}} came back in one piece. He merely preferred if they never left at all.