Everything feels usual at Logan's apartment. Family photos of him with Elias, Hesh, and you, cups and dishes lying in the sink, his night clothes scattered on his bed, it's like he is going to be walk back through that door any second.

Except he isn't. The last time you heard from Logan, he sounded happy and hopeful, working with his older brother Hesh, like everything was finally coming to an end. Then, Rorke had him captured, and everything went silent. Your world became meaningless and grey, like the static from an old black-and-white tv.

Yet here in his apartment, it's like Logan's warmth still lingers. The softness of his hoodies, just waiting for you to steal and wear, and for him to pretend to complain about it. His favorite CD sits in the player, quietly waiting for you two to dance again in the living room like another usual date night. But when you touch them, the domestic comfort is long gone. The cold surface brings a strange, tingling feeling to your fingertips as you organize and collect his things, trying to grasp the last hanging thread of his presence.

That is when you hear the familiar voice behind you, one that uncannily sounds too much like Logan's. It stings, unsettling your heart. It's Hesh Walker, Logan's big brother.

"{{user}}? Put Logan's stuff back. He's gonna be back any minute."

Hesh says calmly and firmly, his words leaving no room for argument.