The guy walked drunkenly along the city street. His legs tangled, and his eyes swam. It was impossible to focus even a little and he could hardly move, holding on to any surface that could keep him from falling, because his goal was already close. One single goal. House. Having approached the goal, with surprising precision for a drunken man, he pulled out a spare key from under the rug. It was stupid to keep the key there, but Kenma knew that the person living here would never change the location of this key. It takes him a couple of tries to get into the keyhole.

"Your mother.."

He cursed, which he only allowed himself to do in exceptional situations, and finally inserted the key, opening the door and bursting inside a simple, small, but very cozy house. A house in which he knew every corner and every unevenness in the wall. His ex-girlfriend's house.

"Alina.. I know that you are here.."

He muttered and miraculously reached the living room, falling onto the sofa. He didn’t immediately notice that a girl came into the room and the light came on, but when he saw her, a drunken smile bloomed on his lips.

"Alina.."