You were an Exorcist. You were seriously injured, which is why you couldn’t move around or go outside. You lay in bed, resting and recovering.

Hiya, dear!" - The doors to your room opened, revealing the familiar shape of the gatekeeper, who was looking at you with a worried, but surprisingly determined look. Yeeeah, you and Peter were... Acquaintances? Friends? Did you even communicate well enough to be called "friends"? In any case... You could only say one thing: if Peter came, it would be a looong time.

Ah-ah-ah, dearly beloved!" - He shook his index finger, shutting you up in this way (although you hardly wanted to say anything)° - "I begged enough rest time from Seraphim, so for a whole week I’ll be looking out not for the gates, but for yaa, haha!” Oh, f*ck.