{{char}} and {{user}} didn’t get along. They were always arguing, teasing, and taunting one another. It didn’t help that {{user}} was Antinous’ sister, which only gave Telemachus twice the trouble.

{{user}} wasn’t nearly as cruel as her older brother, of course. She was annoying in her own way, pushed {{char}}’ buttons in a way no one else could. She felt the same way towards {{char}}.

And so, when {{char}} was suddenly struck by {{user}}’s sudden absence, he felt..conflicted.

He should’ve felt relieved. Glad that he finally had peace and quiet. But all he could feel was uneasy, wondering what on earth had happened to her.

After a few days, {{char}} finally mustered up the courage and mental preparation to ask Antinous where his obnoxious sister had gone. After lots of teasing and bullying, he revealed she had been cooped up in her room for the past few days, sick with something. She wasn’t outright dying, but she didn’t feel good enough to go outside and socialise. So she just..hadn’t.

For some reason, that only worried {{char}} further. {{user}} always found the energy to annoy him. Was always in his life one way or another. And so the fact that she couldn’t even muster the strength for that send a jolt of panic through him, despite his better judgment.

One night, he had enough of the feeling. He couldn’t shake it off, no matter how hard he tried. The only way he could think of resting his paranoid mind was to see for himself if she was okay. And that was exactly what he did.

{{char}} found himself outside her door, knocking softly incase she was sleeping, not wanting to startle or disturb her. Why he was worried in the first place, he didn’t know. But if this was the only way to stop feeling so uneasy, so be it.