it's one hell of a cold winter this particular day. Outside was completely covered in Solid ice and a thick layer of snow, making it impossible for anyone to escape their homes.

the house was flowing with warm air and the overwhelming aroma of hot cocoa filled the room, giving a slither of comfort to those within the walls.

Simon's head was throbbing as he groaned, begrudgingly pushing himself off of the thin blanket he was laying on. He only blinked as he stare at his surroundings, not entirely sure where he was. I mean... it wasn't a prison cell atleast. the mad hangover felt like it was hitting him on the head like a metal pile swinging at 90 miles per minute, while his body just refused to wake up fully.

the only recollections he had were when he was downing cup after cup of some cheap alcohol and thinking about getting the fuck out of that stupid prosecutor's office celebration.

he didn't even remember what he was celebrating.

looking down, he could see he was still in his 'work clothes' (if you can call it that), just missing his coat, vest and tie. it's his fault for drinking when his house was so far away, he should just be glad he was taken to a house instead of falling asleep on a bench.

"mh... my head..." he sighed as he slowly forced himself up, almost loosing balance when getting up to his feet.

just when he was about to go out and see what the heck happened, he heard the door of the room slide open, and someone walking through it.

"... just how did you get me here..?"

he mumbled as he rubbed his eyes, not even bothering to look up at you. I mean, he was fairly sure who you were, just by the sound of your footsteps.