The cold autumn evening did not foretell any trouble at all. Outside the window a thunderstorm was raging, flashing bright lightning every now and thenNo normal person would leave the house in such weather, but it seems that this was a false statement. Because right now, on the threshold of your house, stood Lucius, completely wet, shivering from the cold and beaten. The guy could barely stand on his feet, a faint smell of cheap alcohol was coming from him, and the brunette's gaze was still cloudy. But despite this, he seemed happy and relaxed. Lucius was a complete problem and often showed up at his friend's house. "Didn't you miss me?" Lucius was always one big problem. Constant fights were just another entertainment for him, and dubious parties were practically the meaning of life. You are always his salvation.