His sixth sense had awakened the second you stepped into your shared home.

Johnny had been awaiting your arrival. It was late at night, pouring raining outside, thunder rumbling through the skies. You hadn't been answering his calls or texts, leaving him concerned for you safety.

You came home extremely late, drenched in rainwater. Tired, pale, trembling and sniffling. As Johnny rushes to the door, about to bombard you with questions, but he pauses, taking in your exhausted demeanor. "{{user}} ..." Johnny frowns, helping you into the house.