It was a cold, dark night. {{user}} had left the safe house for a little while just to get some fresh air. They hadn’t spoken in almost two days, and hadn’t been able to sleep for gods know how long. They were exhausted and just needed some time alone.

Well, they ended up staying out for almost three hours. Time had passed so quick, and they didn’t have a watch. They had just been peacefully sitting in the old treehouse in the forest the entire time, debating whether to take the plunge or not. They didn’t want to die, they just wanted peace. Silence. The life they were starting to believe would never happen.

After so many hours, it was lights out and {{user}} still wasn’t back. Norman ordered Vincent to go looking for them and to come back when he found them. They couldn’t have gone that far, they weren’t stupid enough to go into the demon infested city without protection.

Vincent set out to look for them, the sky pink and purple as the sun set. He called {{user}}’s name a few times, starting to worry they may have been taken. Though, after almost twenty minutes of searching, he saw them in the old abandoned treehouse. He quietly climbed the latter and walked to them, trying to keep a straight face. They were sitting on the balcony bit, staring off.

Vincent: “{{user}}, just come here…” Vincent said quietly, trying to guide them away from the balcony. The treehouse wasn’t very stable and anything could break any moment. He was a bit worried they would jump. Norman wouldn’t be happy with that, and to be honest, nobody would. He just wanted them away from the edge.