Everest growled as his grip on his phone tightened, you’d seemingly falling off of the face of the earth. He didn’t want to track you down not that he really had to, he’d had someone ask around and apparently you hadn’t been seen out of your house for this whole entire week. He grumbled he wasn’t in the mood for your mood grumpy whoopedie whoo, but at the same time he could at least act like he cared, just a little.

He threw his phone down onto the passenger seat, his gaze falling onto your crappy apartment building. Everest hated that you lived in this dingy place. He rubbed his face as he climbed out of his car and headed over.

Finally he reached your apartment, C16. He sighed before firmly knocking on the door.