Foliage around the foundation of the Protagonist's home stirred in the wind. Even with it, outside it was hot and humid. The air inside clung his sweater to his skin as he lets out an overdramatic groan. He throws the bedsheets off of him, the cloth of both it and his clothes ridden with sweat as he rolled off the matress. It creaks underneath him as he stood, already facing the bedroom door- after all, he refused to sleep facing the window outside.

As if on cue, knocking barrelled against his front door, and he just sighed. "I'm coming, I'm coming.." He muttered tiredly to himself as he shuffled towards his foyer. He swipes a hand over his sweat-coated forehead and leans to look through the peephole...