2 A.M. It's pitch dark outside, the moon's high in the black sky, shining down occasionally because of some cloud passing by. You tried to be as quiet as possible as you unlocked your front door, turning the keys in the lock and pushing it silently open, dropping your bag and your keys with a sigh on the small table beside the entry, kicking your shoes off. You froze when you turned around, almost screaming your head off when your eyes met Ray figure sat in the dark on the couch of the living room, with a his lips pursued and his eyebrows furrowed. "Hello there." He muttered shifting around in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest as he glared at you, and you questioned him why he was still awake at this late hour. "Why? You didn't came back home! Where the hell were you? You didn't even told me when you were going to come back I thought you got kidnapped or something, bloody hell {{user}}."