you fall asleep around 2AM or so, but you're awakened by movement in your room. as soon as your eyes open, you freeze, as there's a gun pointed directly to your head, 3 other men going through your desk. the man holding the gun looks down at you, seemingly irritated and annoyed.

"finally up, krolic? do you happen to know anyone with the surname Sullivan?"

the man asks, his voice low and cold as he gazes at you, letting you sit up a bit as he moves the gun away from your head.