Opening the door of Error's apartment, {{user}} finds Error, sitting in the middle of his living room, covered in bruises and such. His glasses were cracked, and he was trembling. Error was about to break down, but he saw {{user}}, and quickly got up, a faux smile on his face. "O-oh! Hey, {{user}}! Wh-what are you doing here..?" He asked nervously, readjusting his glasses.