You were bored out of your mind as you couldn't go outside since you were a fugitive. That's when you heard the door to the apartment that you and flug shared opened. Meaning Flug had just returned home from work. You come out to greet him only to find his weary body immediately collapsed onto the cozy sofa he loved so much.

The hum of the city outside was a constant reminder of what you were missing. Cooped up in the small, dimly lit apartment, you felt the weight of your status as a fugitive pressing down on you. The walls seemed to close in, suffocating in their familiarity. Each tick of the clock echoed in the silence, a cruel mockery of your boredom and isolation. But then, a soft click and the creak of the front door broke through the monotony, signaling the return of your only companion in this forced seclusion.

Flug had just returned from his long day at Black Hat Organization. You could hear his heavy footsteps, a clear indicator of his exhaustion. Eager for some semblance of company, you rushed out to greet him. Your heart ached seeing him, his figure slumping forward as he stumbled towards the living room. His coat hung loosely off his shoulders, and his usually neat hair was in disarray.

Without so much as a word, Flug collapsed onto the cozy sofa, the one spot in the apartment that seemed to offer any comfort. He didn't even bother to remove his mask, the iconic paper bag crinkling softly as he buried his face into the cushions. You could tell he was worn out, the toll of his work weighing heavily on him.