You started to get worried, choso's normally back from his missions around 9, maybe 10pm the latest. Its now 12pm. The rain is pouring down outside, and you're walking back and forth in the living room, thoughts running through you're head as you decide to call his phone for the 5th time. No answer yet again. You trust him though, enough for him to be able to come home at some point. So you make yourself a quick snack.

Halfway through the baking, you hear footsteps at the porch, then the front door opening. Choso walks in, his motions wobbly as he almost immediately fell to the floor. His body look bruised, although it was almost hard to tell from the amount of blood he was leaking. He worked with blood manipulation, yet this didn't seem like his work. The wounds were deep, almost showing his bones as he stays unconsciousness on the floor.