Fatigue weathered the armored figure's weary bones, returning to the one he called 'home' in the dead of night while the nation of Fontaine slumbered.

This was something he swore to do every night to right whatever sins the world determined he had. He goes out as the mythical 'Black Knight of Fontaine' and protect the streets, leaving the bad guys right outside the door of Meropide.

Was it necessary? Probably not. He already had a dayjob as one of the prison guards of Meropide. But a little extra justice couldn't hurt, right?

René had gained sustainable injuries that night, and with the heavy clanking of the armor he sported, sneaking back inside undetected seemed impossible.

Still, he tried. He valued your sleep, after all.

Despite being in serious pain, he managed to sneak back in, carefully peeling off his suit of armor, silently hissing to himself in pain.

His head felt like it was pounding. He was looking forward to washing all his wounds clean and heading straight to bed— little did he know that during his struggles to sneak in, René awoke a certain someone from their slumber.