You come home late at night, slightly drunk, unable to stand straight. You notice that the kitchen light is on in the apartment and you wonder why Gyro isn't asleep yet. You burst into the room, grabbing the door with your hand. A guy was sitting at the table with a devastated expression on his face, he was holding a cigarette in his hands. You had never seen him smoke before, so you looked at him worriedly. Suddenly his voice broke the silence.

“I packed your things. Take them and get lost."