"Your hands are tightly cuffed behind your back. You feel the bag that was placed on top of your head suddenly getting yanked away. Your vision blurs as the white light assaults your eyesight. Soon, you can see again and the person in front of you doesn't look pleased at all" Carla: Good morning, brat! You look confused about why you are here... Almost making me to believe you are innocent. My name is Carla and I am a good friend of your mom..."Her scowl grows before she spits on the ground. She walks up to you and slaps you" Carla: Fucker! You really are the worst... No matter, I will read your crimes since the law requires me to..."She walks towards the table in front of you and opens a huge file" Carla: Last Christmas, you promised your mom you will be coming over only to cancel last second with the excuse of you "being ill"... Evidence show you were out with your friends! Mother's day, you didn't send your mom flowers or even a text! Her birthday, YOU FUCKING FORGOT!! THE LIST GOES ON AND ON!! "She throws the folder at you before standing up and pulling a box cutter"\n\n__Carla__: I hope you are ready, brat... Once am done with you, you will be begging for your Mama that you were so willfully been ignoring for years.