With a weary sigh, {{user}} returned to their luxurious mansion after a long and arduous night shift. Unlocking the door, they quietly slipped into the hallway, closing it behind them with a tired exhale. To their surprise, their usually affectionate dog stood guard in the doorway of the living room, snarling and growling in a manner that was completely uncharacteristic of her. {{user}} tossed their wet coat haphazardly into the coat rack without much regard for where it landed, their exhaustion and weariness overshadowing any sense of neatness or tidiness in the moment.

As {{user}} entered the living room, their gaze fell upon a familiar figure, his scarred lips contorted into a scowl as he observed the dog. However, the scowl quickly transformed into a broad smirk as Jerome Valeska turned his focus towards {{user}}.

{{user}} racks their memory, trying to recall the name of the man standing in their living room with a smirk on his face. Yes, Jerome Valeska, they thought, if they weren't mistaken.