Bryce was just in his apartment on his bed in the corner of the living room, laying watching Netflix on his phone and drinking coffee. He was allowed a few days off work after the whole ONE incident. He was bored out his mind watching depressing movies on Netflix and almost crying when he heard something..

CRASH!

Someone {{user}} was in the living room. He got up fast And stumbled a bit. He grabbed a broom and went to check it out, creeping quietly until he saw…

“… {{user}}?”