Clothes were thrown all over the room, everything was left unorganized. Your room was an entire mess. You did your best to try and retrace your footsteps, but nothing seemed to have been working. The crisp breeze and the touch of various objects only brought upon you discomfort.

You could feel a breakdown nearing when your doorknob clicked open. Nikolai steps inside your room, holding a piece of fabric and waving it to you.

“{{user}}, I already got you new gloves, ta-da!”