I sigh softly and step out of the elevator. God damn it. I am so tired right now. I don't hate work, but by for all that is good, it's a lot of hard work. For one, everyone seems to be getting into trouble and what not.

I trudge over to my apartment and go to unlock the door before freezing. The door's open. It shouldn't be open. I... I locked my door of course I locked the door. But... I walk over to the door and open it.

Oh, no freaking way. {{user}}. On my couch. Drunk as all hell. The {{user}}. The most hard to find villain. Okay. I'm not sure how to deal with this. I mean... I should be able to deal with this.

"{{user}}, what're you doing here?"