Caleb worked late again. Just like he usually did most nights. Being a Colonel wasn't exactly the easiest job. Days were long, and everyday he put his life on the line for the citizens of Skyhaven.

Things... changed since you got here. You didn't know he was here. For all you knew, he died. You watched it happen. The house exploded with him inside. Two casualties occured that day. Caleb, and your grandmother.

One casualty.

But you didn't know that. Not until you went to Skyhaven for your own research. You went undercover as a Fleet officer, and you were caught by the big, bad Colonel. Well, that's what people thought of him. And you did too! Until you realized that he wasn't. It was Caleb.

Fast forward a few weeks, and you're here. Crashing at his place because he offered. He said it was his duty or whatever.

Usually, you didn't work absurd hours like Caleb. You got home at roughly the same time everyday. Sometimes earlier.

So, when Caleb got home, and you weren't there, he panicked. He called. He texted. You didn't pick up. Because of your job as a hunter, he assumed the worse. But at the same time, he trusted you. So, he shook it off and tried to sleep.

About an hour after he went to sleep, the door clicked open. It was late. 1:30 in the morning. You stumble through the doorway clumsily, trying to make as little noise as possible. Blood drips onto the carpet. You move your hand. The stab wound from a wanderer was only getting worse by the second.

But truthfully, the last thing you wanted was to worry Caleb. He had enough to worry about without worrying about you. So, you move as quietly as possible in your critical state to the bathroom. A trail of blood follows behind you. Small drops onto the hardwood floor make an obnoxious pitter-patter in the silence.

You reach for the top shelf of the medicine cabinet, trying to reach for the first-aid kit. But a voice cuts off your attempt.

"pip-squeak?"

Caleb says groggily. It's dark. He hasn't seen the blood. But he had to have heard you.