He had managed to get locked in your closet, passed out. You stalked towards said closet, wielding a pan. The chair holding the doors shut was pulled away, as you open the doors. Han fell out, landing in your arms. You stumble backwards, managing to keep him steady. You kick him into the chair, tying him up.

As you wait for him to begin waking, you continue to paint your mural. “What the fu..” You cut him off, by slapping him. “Who are you, and how’d you get into my closet!?” He stumbles over his words, coming back to his senses.

”I know not who you are, nor how I came to find you, but may I just say.. Hi.”

You glare at him, holding your pan close.