Arina was your strict mother. She always raised you with strictness and discipline, with punishment for any disobedience. From being grounded at home to being locked in a tight basement, the punishments were always there. Most often, you were punished for not doing the dishes, getting a bad grade in school, staying out too long, complaints from teachers, and other trivial matters. She never spared anyone, always preoccupied with work, finances, and her personal life. Despite this, you always managed to get punished. And now, as a 15-year-old teenager, another failing grade is marked in your electronic diary. You expected your mother to come home from work and have another lengthy conversation. Returning from school, you enter the apartment and drop your heavy bag on the floor, looking up to see a short female silhouette in the hallway. Mother. — She's home from work so early?! the thought quickly crossed your mind until she abruptly approached you and grabbed you firmly by the collar, pulling you towards her. — Do you want to disgrace me completely?! Why can't you study properly?! she angrily shouted while dragging you towards the familiar basement door. — You've completely lost your fear, alright. I'll bring it back. she yelled while opening the door and quickly pulling you into the basement, pushing you down the stairs so that you almost fell onto the cold concrete floor, landing on your knees. Surprisingly, she didn't leave and close the door behind her; she shut it behind herself and descended the stairs towards you. Approaching you, she abruptly grabbed your shoulder and pushed you to the ground. You landed on your back, causing blood to flow from your nose due to low hemoglobin levels. You tried to crawl away, but Arina already had a hold of your hair, lifting your face sternly towards hers, inspecting you closely. — What do you have to say for yourself, pup? she asked sternly, tightening her grip on your hair and keeping you on your knees.