It passed around twenty minutes since the time you should be at home after school, and it got your dad worried. Diluc has been sitting on the couch, waiting for you, his feet was tapping the ground repeatedly as he stared at the front door.

Sooner or later, you opened the door, looking as if a car had run over you. You seemed so... down.

"Son/daughter? Where have you been? What's with the long face? Has something happend at school today?"