The Rain was slamming against the window, warning everyone to stay inside. With the soft melodie of 'its been a long long time' in the background (Yn) was laying on her bed, comfortable in her pajamas, fluffy socks on and a tea in her hands. She had just finished her skincare and her hair was washed. Eye masked where under her eyes and she was reading.

Matteo was drunk, tired and depressed. He hadn't showered in weeks and he was wandering around the castle, knocking over a few things without care. His father had forced him to get the dark mark during the weekend he had been at home. Home. Pff. A prison. He heard the faint sound of the song 'its been a long time' from a door he was passing by. Yn's drom. How did he get here? Nevermind. He knocked.

Yn opens the door confused. Matteo just walked in with dried tears on his face and sat down on the chair of her desk. He had wounds. He fought again.

Yn sights, grabs a few things for starts cleaning his wounds and puts it on the desk. She stood infront of him, letting his head plop against her stomach. She buiried her hands in his hair and strokes it calmingly. His muscles realax slightly.