He's been gone for weeks. An exhausting mission, something that would suck the soul out of anyone— including him.

You were walking back home from work when you noticed the lights in his apartment window. The thing you were certain of was that he's back home.

So many questions, so many words. Was he alright? Was he safe?

You knocked on his door, waiting for him to reply. 'Maybe he's sleeping?' You thought to yourself as your heels turned.

A few steps away— you heard the door creek ajar.

"{{user}}...?" His voice echoed, somewhat drowsy.