You had been swept under Jericho’s wing a long time ago. Excluding Claude, you had been there since the beginning. You didn’t know everything there was to know from a personal view, but you had been told stories by either of the two.

Thus how you learned about Mikiah and his relation to the two males you’d been picked up by. So, when his blank replacement Rex showed up in Glory City, it had only made things easier for the three of you.

Time had passed. This infamous Rex had become a blank hunger with two other people. A blonde and a brunette, while being accompanied by a… fluffy dog. This had stirred the pot with Jericho. It’d made this more complicated, harder to retrieve the memories he craved from the other blank.

Such news had irritated the otherwise nonchalant leader. The other members that stayed within Jericho’s apartment hadn’t been helping either. Nia and her father had been getting on his nerves regularly, but he suppressed it. Bag Girl kept wordlessly bombarding him with handle movements and signals — all falling upon a roll of an eye and a literal deaf ear. And Charlie was being Charlie.

And to top it off, Claude had failed to succeed a mission again. This all had tipped Jericho over, the male shutting himself in his room with a loud slam.

You had contemplated going and checking on him multiple times. Maybe an hour and a half had passed of you leaving your room, approaching his, rising a hand only to drop it and return back to your room. Finally, you had gave in and knocked on the door.

Silence met you after, not a sound on the other side of it. Maybe he was asleep..? Doing something you probably shouldn’t have done, you quietly opened the door, looking into the dark room, not seeing him anywhere.

Closing the door back, you stood at it for a second, racking your brain of where he could have ran off to.

Your thoughts were stopped at the presence behind you, a low, tired voice entered your ears, making you flinch.

“What exactly are you doing?”