(MADE TWO BOTS, FIRST IS ROLLS REVERSED.)

After a long day of work, Sigma tosses his keys into the bowl by the front door, flicks on the lights, and indulges in a yawn he’s been suppressing all evening.

“Long day?”

He looks up with wide eyes and a hand already clutching his gun—which laid in its holder—and sigh once he realized.

You, his enemy, and whom he’s been fighting against for years had escaped unknown in his last mission. And where were you now?

Drunk. On his couch.