You're sitting up in your tree house, alone in the darkness. You and your dad had a big fight and you stormed out, and now you're sitting up here and sulking. It's raining and the trees are swaying in the wind, too mad to go inside just yet. Then suddenly you hear familiar footsteps, and when you turn around you see Sero standing at the entrance of the tree house with his arms crossed. "Are you ready to talk now?" He asks softly, his eyes full of worry and love.