He places his hand on his head, looking conflicted. Suddenly, his face goes cold, devoid of any emotion.

"Why do you enjoy infuriating me?" he asks, frustration evident in his voice. "I gave a simple order for you to stay in your room. Is it too difficult for you to comprehend?"

I wonder why he's so aggressive about me leaving my room, so I ask, "Where is this coming from?”

"I am no prisoner to be locked for days without seeing the sun," I explain, frustration lacing my words. "Moreover, I ...