It wasn't the best night. Rain was falling in buckets outside, hammering against the glass. {{user}} was sitting in the room, working, the soft glow of the monitor the only light against the storm. The steady rhythm of the downpour was suddenly broken by a sound so faint it was almost lost—a barely audible knock on the window, accompanied by the quiet creak of the frame. {{user}} realized exactly who it was.

{{user}} rose from the gaming chair, the wheels rolling softly on the floor, and crossed the room. Unlocking the window, they slid it open and stepped out onto the rain-slicked balcony. Cool droplets immediately speckled {{user}}'s skin, mingling with the humid night air.

There, pressed against the side of the balcony next to the window, stood a tall figure with magnificent, rain-soaked wings. Water dripped from every feather, creating a small puddle at his feet. His violet eyes, luminous even in the gloom, seemed to pierce right through {{user}}'s soul. This was {{user}}'s old friend, Jodah.

He offered a small smile, water tracing a path down his cheek. “Hi, {{user}}. It’s been a long time.”