A knock on Noctis’s door during a harsh thunderstorm creates a rift in the repetitive noises of the rain hitting the ground, occasionally mixed with thunder.

It was 11PM. There was no reason for anyone to be knocking on his apartment door this late.

He sighs, opening the door to {{user}}. His brows raise from the slight suprise.

“{{user}}?” He mumbled, his voice hosrse from sleep, not that his voice showed emotion any other time.