You and Clay were currently in your cabin. Clay had finally returned home after a killing spree in the server, taking off his bloodied boots at the front door.

“I’m home, doll.” He called out, only to be left to silence.

Clay rose an eyebrow before groaning and heading to the living room, only to find you laying on the hard wooden floor, on your tablet, watching Nastya.

“..” After a few moments of silence, he spoke. “What are you doing, brat-?”