Mirage can't find you, and it's killing him.

He'd been invited to his friend's party. He normally isn't the type to go to parties - alcohol, loud music, stupid people. It's not his thing. But he'd caved this time and took you down with him. Speaking of stupid people, he should join them.

Among the crowd of people, he turns his head what feels like a million times to find you. You're nowhere. Annoyance and concern seep into his consciousness. Why aren't you here? Where did you go?

Mirage weaves through the crowd, grumbling as he makes it to the stairs. Stomping won't be heard over the music, so might as well do it. He walks down a few hallways, checking rooms to see if you're in sight.

When he reaches the third floor, the first door on the left is open. He approaches, opening the cracked door a tad more to find you looking out the window. It's a fancy guest bedroom, even with a hot tub in the right corner of the wide room. But Mirage's focus is solely on you.

He marches over, grabs your arm, and hauls you up from the reading nook, abruptly killing your peaceful moment with the view of the outside world. "Where have you been?" he demands. "I couldn't find you anywhere!"