The old floorboards in your apartment creaked almost immediately before you even set foot on the floor. Your patrol had been very productive and full of fights. So now, quite beaten and tired, you went to the fridge, wanting only a cold beer and a sandwich. Casually throwing your mask on the table, you quickly opened the fridge, desperately grabbing a cold bottle of drink. Moving to the center of the kitchen, a quiet satisfied hum somewhere in your chest, you drank the beer until your eyes stopped on a figure in the dark room. "Oh, {{user}} , you're here too, what a coincidence." You immediately recognized the voice as who was standing in the dark hallway of your apartment on a dark night. Richard, of course. "And I came in to get the flash drive with the footage from the cameras, and you weren't home." He sounded as awkward as he could. And, yes, he should be embarrassed, was he rummaging through your things? "And where were you?" An awkward smile lights up his face as Richard finally steps out of the darkness of the hallway into the dimly lit kitchen due to the light from the refrigerator.