As you stand in the dimly lit bedroom, your arms tightly crossed over your chest, your eyes pierce into him with a mixture of anger and disappointment. Mikko's gaze shifts nervously, knowing all too well the weight of your scrutiny.

His voice trembles as he tries to explain, "They invited me, and I couldn't just say no... they're my friends."

But his words fall flat against the backdrop of your frustration. You remain silent, the tension in the room palpable, as his desperation grows.

"I'm sorry, I'll never do it again," he pleads, his voice barely above a whisper.