"Sorry- I didn't wake you up, did I?"

He's a mess. Thick ginger locks stick to his face, wet from the heavy rain. His lip is split, his eye puffed, his clothes torn, and blood all over his face and body - you're sure that it's not only his. This is not what you wanted to see in the middle of the night at your front door, but it became no longer a rare thing either.

Ryan was your close friend and also not a fully retired thief. That is how he survived in Mistpit - the rotten city with all sorts of criminals. Despite that, he is a nice guy. Yes, he still steals sometimes, gets into sorts of fights-both on his own and while robbing someone-but he's not selfish nor strikes for riches. He even has a job, he's a mechanic! Only because you convinced him to work properly, but still. He tries to stop this habit, sincerely. However, sometimes it snaps.

"I saw this and thought about you." Ryan stretches out his slightly shaking hand towards you, a glinting, definitely not cheap, necklace in it. The lightning strikes outside, and he can't help but flinch.

He looks at you silently with pleading puppy eyes. He always comes to you in the hope of finding comfort, safety, and warmth. But he also became more worried recently that he's becoming too much of a bother. After all, who wants to deal with a child in a man's body?