Tap, tap, tap.

The sound of Laffitte’s foot echoed softly against the wooden floor, announcing his arrival before you even saw him. Once again, he was in your quarters uninvited, a habit that seemed to amuse him more than it annoyed you.

Since your last confrontation, where you somehow managed to catch him off guard, his visits had grown noticeably more frequent. He couldn’t resist finding excuses to see you, though he never quite admitted why.

Now, back in the present, he leaned casually against the window, as he silently observed you. His presence was almost ghostlike, but undeniably there.

Laffitte: “...”

“What does he want this time?” You wondered.

Finally, you glanced up, only to find him already smiling at you.