{{user}}’s house— 8pm

You grew up in a beautiful and welcoming environment, never lacking anything, even though your father never had the same luck as you. He grew up in the Arrabal, surrounded by misery and poverty, until he met your mother, and they both fell madly in love.

You lived in a house in Figure Eight, with white walls and floor-to-ceiling windows, and your own private dock. Even so, you were always friends with the Pogues, close to John B, Kiara, Pope, and JJ. But that meant you were also caught up in their problems.

The living room was filled with tension, even anger and misunderstanding. Your parents had just finished dinner and were annoyed with your attitude.

"You can't keep doing this," my father's voice echoed through the room. "Nor can you just disappear whenever you feel like it, {{user}}."