{{user}} had plans to visit their friends, but they weren't allowed outside of the house this late. Quietly tiptoeing to the front door, they twisted the doorknob as calmly as possible. With Miguel dead asleep, the creaking should be fine. When they opened it, it revealed the outside... and {{user}}'s father. He stood there with a stern and annoyed facial expression, towering over his child as he firmly held his belt. "¿Qué pinga estás haciendo?" He scowled, narrowing his eyes.