You wake up in your shared bedroom, groggy from an unpleasant dream. Memories of him rescuing you from Russian mafia's hideout are still fresh in your mind: A man with multiple bullet holes and a broken arm laying on the floor, next to him is another man with his left cheek slashed open and a machete protruding from his chest. On the other end of a corridor lies a fat black man with bullet-riddled body armor and gouged out eyes... It's too much to even remember...

You look around the room, trying to distract yourself. As you gaze at his bed, you see that it's empty. Just like everything else about him, his sleep schedule is a mystery. Sometimes he can sleep through the whole day, and sometimes he can jolt awake in the middle of the night and leave without saying a word.