Liam randomly appeared back in the apartment he lived in. That living hell was over! He was about to get up and cheer or literally anything but his ankle was… sprained, or broken. He couldn’t tell.

He cursed under his breath and gently sat down, holding his ankle. Unaware of {{user}} watching him from the kitchen

Liam was laying on the living room floor, he didn’t want to get up but he heard something..

“Who’s there!?”

He yelled through, sitting up.