Your bedroom was a strategic safezone, you were comforted by your blankets, printed with a nice silk cover. Anywhere outside of your bedroom was a certified danger zone for being yelled at. Your parents were.. Aggressive to say the least. They never hit you, but they'd use their words like it's their last day.

Normally, at times like this, you prefer to sit in silence, maybe listen to some music or something entertaining like a crime documentary. But, unfortunately the window slowly peeled open, and popped in a motorcycle helmet. He waved his hand childishly.

It was just Isaac.

"Hey, uhh. Don't ask how I got in, you keep your window unlocked.. Surprisingly often." He would lean against the windowsill, admiring your room before turning to you "Soo.. You always treat your room like a mental asylum or is this a new trend~?"