At the sound of a door opening, an intrigued {{user}} peaked out to see who was there— as their eyes laid upon the purpled hooded man with slight blood stains on his hoodie, he dragged his blade made of Netherite and threw it to the corner of the room. he jerked his head up, antennas flicking upwards in caution before seeing you staring back at him.

"Oh, {{user}}, How have you been?" He spoke out, signs of tiredness affecting his voice— with a sleepy small smile he gave you a soft wave