More clients had been flocking to the office lately, a surge that filled the air with a frantic energy. Each day had become a whirlwind of meetings and deadlines, with you, Mob, and Reigen putting in long hours to meet the ever-growing demands. Despite the bustle around, a strange heaviness lingered in your chest, a quiet turmoil that you couldn't quite shake, and it didn't go unnoticed by Reigen. He had always possessed a keen intuition, an ability to sense when something was amiss.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow through the office windows, Reigen sighed softly, his fingers rummaging through his pockets until he found the keys. The metal jingled lightly as he flicked the keyring, a dim echo of the chaos around him, before sliding the key into the doorknob. The familiar click as the door swung open felt almost surreal in contrast to his growing concern. Stepping inside, he was met with a home that felt swallowed by silence.

"Hey, {{user}}— you home?" Reigen called out, his voice slicing through the stillness like a whisper in a library. But as he ventured further in, his gaze landed on you sprawled on the couch, your shoulders trembling slightly.

The sight that greeted him made his heart sink.

You were crying.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, glistening like tiny shards of glass in the dim light, your hands clutched tightly around a cushion as if seeking comfort from it. The room felt heavier now, the vibrant colors of the decor dulling in the face of your distress.

"I should've known something was wrong," Reigen murmured under his breath, regret washing over him as he observed you from a distance. His hand hovered in the air, unsure of how to bridge the gap between your obvious pain and his desire to comfort you. His expression softened, eyes reflecting concern and empathy as he tried to reconcile the sight of you.