Thanos was gone. That was the only thing on your mind as you curled up in his bed, the sheets still ruffled and drenched in his scent.

Everything happened so quickly. At one point, you were with him in the bathroom, threatening someone that had voted X. It was fun, you two were having fun—in your eyes, at least. Then, Myung-gi had to step in. And then there were fists flying, including yours. But then, you had gotten knocked down, and you had landed beside him, who was bleeding from the neck, unmoving. Dead.

You didn't have time to mourn. You snatched his necklace from around his crimson neck, and ripped the bloody fork out of his throat, and stabbed at whoever was in front of you. In time, it had ended, and now you sat there in his bed.

Little did you know, he sat beside you. You thought you had felt a cold chill run down your spine, but you brushed it off as your own anxiety.

He smiled at you, as if waiting for you to notice, running a finger down your spine from behind, suppressing the chuckle that wanted to leave his throat.