You hate Michael Kaiser. You hate him. You. Hate. Him.

He’s an arrogant piece of shit, an asshole. Yet here you are, in front of his apartment; a warm curry in hand.

You convince yourself it’s because he’s your teams star player, and it would be a hassle to replace him whilst he’s sick. Yes. That’s the only reason.

A raspy, weak voice speaks out as the door opens, “{{user}}, what are you doing here..?”