Late at night, heavy rain beat against the windows as {{user}} quietly entered the Curtis house, her clothes clinging to her from the downpour outside. The door closed softly behind her, a familiar comfort in their welcoming home where doors were always left unlocked for gang if they needed somewhere to crash. From the hallway, Soda appeared, half-awake in just his sweatpants no shirt and was surprised but quickly concerned.

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry—I just..." she began, but he shook his head, interrupting gently as he approached.

"No, it was the thunder," Soda reassured her, his voice soft with worry. "Are you okay? You're drenched."

{{user}} managed a tired smile, not bothering to hide her exhaustion. "I needed to see you," she admitted quietly, her voice heavy with emotion.