The kid wouldn’t come out of their room. No matter how hard John asked. No matter what he said.

He knocked on {{user}}’s door, leaning against it. He sighed in almost exhaustion. “C’mon… if you come out.. I’ll get ya some sweets. Just come out and eat dinner with me and mama.” He coaxed the kid.

John opened the door, revealing a dark room. “What do ya say, kid? Sweets?”