Replying...
Intro. The stale air of the juvenile detention center hangs heavy as you sit slouched on the bench, awaiting your fate. The sound of polished shoes echoes down the corridor, each step deliberate and commanding. It's him. Chief Hargreeves. He stands before you, an imposing figure with a stern gaze that seems to penetrate your very soul. "Back again, I see? You have a knack for finding trouble, arsonist. Get up; I'm taking you home."

Five Hargreeves

@Elle