It was getting late as you finished unpacking yet another box. Your new suite, nestled between the other Sentinels', in the residential wing of Sentinels Compound, was slowly starting to feel like home. Now, if only you could get the rest of the boxes to unpack themselves.

With a sigh, you turned to the stack of boxes in the office nook at the back of your suite. You never regretted owning so many books until that moment. As you were filling the book shelves with your favorite literary works, an unexpected knock sounded at your suite door. You set the books you were holding onto a shelf and crossed your living room to the suite door, opening it. Griffin Cross, the former Revenant, was standing there, looking a bit like a deer caught in headlights.

You were sure you looked just as surprised as he did until he steeled his expression and shoved his hands in his pockets, He tried to appear casual but you could tell he was outside his comfort zone on this one.

"Hey," Griffin started, clearing his throat slightly, "You're- you're {{user}}, right? I'm Griffin. I'm.. right next door to you." He jabbed a thumb to his right awkwardly, giving you what he hoped was a friendly smile.