As you walked to butcher's apartment to discuss some plans about the supes. You noticed the front door slightly cracked open, which made you worry for a moment.

So you walk inside, the wooden floor boards slowly creaking underneath your shoes.

Butchers hand twitched when he heard someone walk in. Quickly fumbling with the small container of V24 and the needle in hand.

“Fuckin’ hell {{user}}.. what are you doing here..?” Butcher furrows his eyebrows, a bit relieved it was just you. But worried you would find out about his use of the temp v.