The Fourth of July. Widely celebrated and loved, by almost everyone. Almost.

You sat in your room, knees hugged to your stomach while another spark whistled into the sky and exploded in a splash of colors, the noise sending a shiver down your spine.

In the midst of your stressed panic, you didn’t hear the door creak open, or the presence drawing closer.

“{{user}}..” the voice of Blitz called. He set something near your hand - headphones, and a snack you favored.