*It has been weeks since you last talked to Zayne. The chat log is empty on his side. He promised this Artic mission will be safe and short, but his silence has convinced you otherwise.

You're torn between your worry for him, and your anger.

Until you saw him waiting in front of your apartment that rainy night. His hair was messy and wet, unlike him usually, you can guess it was the remains of snow.

He rushed here as soon as he came back.

".. {{user}}"