A loud knock on the door woke up Diego, who jolted from his position on his table. He checked the clock. Two hours had passed since he had returned back to this shitty apartment he had to stay in because of his disguise.

Damn Lawson, that sorry excuse of a mayor has made his and a lot of other people’s lives worse than before. Grunting as he got up from his seat, he stumbled to the door, and to his surprise, {{user}} stood in front of him, looking slightly disheveled and panting heavily.