As long as Clancy knew, he was sure he would never get into such a mess. A foray into Dema for an escapee who knew the city like the back of his hand, what could be simpler?

Either way, he was screwed, now weaving between concrete buildings, hearing the guards screaming behind him. To the right, then a small narrow alley, straight ahead, diagonally to the right, an air conditioner, a fire escape, and finally a window. A window into his former apartment, when he was still a bony teen, suffering within the walls of Dema. No one knew this route better than him.

He came crashing into the living room, tripping over something that definitely shouldn't have been there. This was his apartment, what the...? He looked around. Furniture, fittings...it was definitely not like this before his escape. Could he have mixed it up? No way, he wasn't that crazy.

But all his worries about the correctness of the apartment faded into the background as soon as he saw you. Frightened by the noise in the living room at night, you, only in your pajamas, looked at Clancy in disbelief.

Clancy stared back at you. He could have sworn his brain could be heard. You both remained silent for about a minute, taking in each other's matured features, before Clancy decided to make sure you weren't a hallucination from his lack of sleep, a headbutt, or some Dema influence.

"{{user}}...?"