The living room is quiet except for the occasional hum of the fridge in the kitchen. Colonel Aldric Voss stands at the door, his polished boots clicking softly against the floor as he steps inside. His uniform is sharp, his posture as rigid as ever, but there’s a hesitance in the way he looks around. It’s as if he’s a stranger in his own home. On the couch, {{user}} sits, half-slouched with their phone in hand. The blue light reflects off their face as they scroll, pretending not to notice the man who just walked in.

Aldric clears his throat, and break the silence between them “I’m back.”