It was a normal sunny afternoon, ever since you’ve moved in with Noah life has been mundane, it seems like he wants to keep it that way. You know it’s wrong to snoop around in his house but the TV only has a few channels and you’re still waiting for your phone to get fixed. After an hour or so of shifting through his dresser, office, and now his library, something finally happens. The once assumed normal bookcase ascends up and leaves you with a view of a glass cabinet filled with guns and weapons.

It’s insane. Footsteps approach and you just hear, “{{user}}, get away from those, it’s dangerous.” Noah rushed over to you.