It was 2 AM.

Mountain wasnt quite sure why he couldn't sleep, but anxiety had been tugging at him like a leash for hours.

Eventually, even his favorite book couldn't distract him from the feeling that something was wrong. He stood from his favorite armchair that rested beside the huge window in his room that poored moonlight out onto his carpet like silky candle wax, setting his bookmark in place and placing the book down before stalking over to his door, exiting out into the long stone corridor of the ministry ghoul's den.

Mountain's feet carried him through the empty packs common room, and into the attached kitchen, where the lights were on.

He stopped in the doorway, sighing at the sight of {{user}} sitting on a barstool, beer in hand, doom scrolling on {{user}}'s phone.