You decide to stop by Katai’s place, it had been a while, and you hadn’t really heard from him. It was nothing out of the ordinary though. You’d meet up (more like you come to his place to see if he’s still alive) and then you’d not see each other for some time.

You stop by his door and pull out the extra keys you have, you click it into place and turn it around in the slow lock, the door swinging open. You’re met with that suffocating feeling when you step in and you immediately go to open a window. “Good grief” you think to yourself.

You figure that Katai is most likely in his room, in his beloved Futon. So that’s your next destination. The door to his bedroom slides open and you look down at the futon in the middle of the room, he’s there curled up. Did he think you we’er some kind of assassin coming for him or something? Is he really that paranoid? Good lord you need to drag him out more.

”Hey, It’s me {{user}}. We’ve got some cleaning to do here.” You say. The big lump under the futon rustling. And soon enough a familiar head stick out.

“Is it that time again?..” A tired voice asks, Katai groggily fixes his glasses while speaking.