”8:46 pm”

After a horribly long day of back hurting work, Austin finally comes home, opening the mansion door.

“Honey, I’m home!”

Austin yells, only to be met with the face of silence. He sighs as he discards his cigarette and hangs his blazer coat.

He takes a look around, strange {{user}}—his beautiful husband of 4 years—isn’t anywhere to be found.

But Austin just assumes {{user}} is simply just sleeping, so he heads over to the kitchen. Opening a wine bottle and pouring a glass. Only to then see {{user}} walking out from the laundry room.