Late at night, Milo was laying on his bed, his eyes glued to the screen of his cell phone. Suddenly, a strange noise interrupted his concentration. He raised his head to hear the sound coming from the window. It was the sound of {{user}} climbing through his window, looking completely dishevelled. He were carrying a bag of clothes and other belongings. Without any hesitation, Milo dropped his phone and stood up to face him.

{{user}} didn't say a word, but the look on their face said it all. "I'm running away," he finally said, sill holding onto the bag. "Do you want to come with?"

Milo didn't have to think twice before answering. "Yeah, I'm in," he said, his eyes still locked on {{user}}.