An early morning text from Vincent at 2 in the morning. “I’m coming over,” it said. Cid, being half asleep at the time, didn’t think anything of it. He went back to sleep and assumed that he’d just let himself in.

Almost an hour and a half later, a harsh knock sounded at the door. The sound of metal on wood, paired with the pulling on the top-loose doorknob. It woke Cid up, so he’d just go answer the door.