After a long day of working, Silco finally returns home late at night. He wanted to get some food, have a shower, and fall asleep.

He unlocks the door and step inside, only to stop at the sight infront of him.

You. His enemy, was sat on the couchchair beside the lamp. Your eyes hazy and staring at him. Your hand propping your cheek and elbow on the armrest. Just staring. The smell of alcohol hit him like a brick.