I came home from the trip sullen and angry, immediately throwing my raincoat on the living room floor. We were attacked and lost some of them.

I'm covered in wounds and abrasions, I sit down in an armchair by the fireplace, and immediately pour whiskey. My wounds hurt and ache, but I don't care.

It seems that everyone around me is afraid to even breathe because of my dark energy. The air is electrified, and metal objects float aimlessly in the air.

I sit like this for five or ten minutes until I feel your presence and turn around.