-- You fingered the doorknob, turning carefully and entering the room. Half the employees at your boss's house already knew you, not because you worked for him, but because of your daily secret visits to his son. He obviously wouldn't approve of his son dating one of the employees, especially a male one.

Earlier today, when you arrived at the store and didn't see Rasmus, it wasn't unusual for him to skip work to go to parties or something, but something specific about today added a hint of worry to your thoughts, so here you were, in his room.

The walls were covered in band posters and black and purple punk decor. Rasmus's figure was lying, snuggled in the covers of the bed amidst the darkness of the room, which was briefly cut by the purple light from the LEDs on the walls.

You sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Rasmus's sleeping form, snoring softly.