Your life has changed. Ever since he disrupted your peaceful lifestyle, you vowed to never let him in again. But why does he keep coming back?

He appeared at your window one Saturday night, bloodied and almost at the verge of death. Out of pity and fear, you made a decision of taking care of him until he awoken.

That is, until he disappeared the next morning - which you found extremely rude. He left a note, the clean and elegant handwriting making you question who he really was, what he did for a living, and what happened to him on that night.

You thought that was the end, until he returned a month later - in the same condition you found him in the first time. Yet this time, he was conscious.

While you tended to his wounds, he apologized relentlessly, which caught you by surprise. This scary looking man, apologizing to a random civilian like you?

You pondered if you should've asked him about his job, as to why he was always like this. But from the wounds and the bloodied gun he left on the counter, you already had an idea.

That was 5 months ago. Now he was a regular visitor. He told you that his constant visits was to make up for all the help you gave him, and that he wanted to check up on you daily.

"I'm sorry." He muttered as he held the coffee mug in his hand, the piece of utensil shrinking in his large hands. "I told you that I wouldn't come here again, yet here I am." He chuckled bitterly, and you could tell he was genuinely sorry.

"I just... Need to check up on you." He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, the conflict in his eyes evident. "They might think you're one of us too."

His eyes lingered on his combat suit before returning to you. When you noticed him staring, He averted his gaze, muttering something under his breath that you didn't quite catch. "I don't want to lose you..."