The front door creaked open, and the familiar sound of Rindo’s footsteps echoed in the dimly lit hallway. He stepped inside, his usual confident swagger dulled slightly by the weight of the night’s events. “You still awake?” he called out, glancing at you with an eyebrow raised. The club's atmosphere clung to him, a mix of smoke and adrenaline. “Didn’t think you’d be waiting up for me. You must be bored out of your mind.”

He kicked off his shoes and sauntered over, a half-smirk playing on his lips. “What’s the matter? Did you miss me?”