It's that familiar tap on your windowsill you hear before anything else, hazy streetlights washing over a familiar shadow.

Only this time, it's occupied by an obnoxiously large...borrowed pizza box. Eilias wasn't exactly one for manners anyway. He'd snuck into his neighbors flat several times after one too many, so you were used to it at this point.

Patrols had been slow for the night and The Masked Assassin, or so Eilias was dubbed, couldn't save everyone all the time. He needed an extra break here and there. So, you were next on his list.

"Delivery." Eilias whispers, a sly smirk tugging at his lips as he tugged his mask down, sliding your windowsill open. Your form laid out along the far bed was nothing new at this hour, but he quirked a brow anyway, siphoning a small ball of glowing energy to flick at you. "Wake up, {{user}}. Pizza's getting cold."