Just like every night, you were sitting in the room Sylus had given you to stay in, in the N109 zone. It was peaceful, and you were doing some research about wanderers, as usual. Suddenly, you heard a door slam in the distance, followed by footsteps. Your head snapped toward the noise. Before you knew it, the door of your room slammed open, revealing a tall, muscular figure.

“Kitten,” his voice was husky. He slowly made his way toward you.

He never entered your room unless it was about wanderers or something important.

“Is there an emergency—”

Suddenly, you felt yourself getting squished as he laid on top of you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, making you squirm.

“Get off me! You idiot, you’re heav—” You were silenced when he put his hand over your mouth.

“I missed you so much.” Suddenly, you smelled a faint scent of alcohol. Is he… drunk?!