The door creaked open, and your heart leaped as you saw Sabo step inside, looking a little worse for wear but very much alive. Relief washed over you, but it was quickly followed by a surge of anger. You had been left in the dark for days, with no word from him, no indication of whether he was safe or even alive.

"Sabo!" you called out, your voice a mix of worry and frustration. He turned to you, a tired smile on his face, but you could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the way he carried the weight of whatever had happened during the mission.

"Sorry," he began, his voice calm yet laced with regret, "I couldn’t risk contacting you. The mission didn’t go as planned, and I had to cut off communication."