The metal door of the trailer rattled, then swung open a few inches — just enough for Eddie’s wide, startled eyes to appear.

“Oh— oh, it’s you! Shit, I thought you were coming later…”

He yanked the door open fully, stepping back. The inside of the trailer looked like a D&D session, a metal concert, and a small hurricane had all happened at once. Pizza boxes on the counter, dice scattered across the rug, a half-assembled campaign map taped to the wall, clothes draped over the couch, amps humming in the corner like they were alive.

Eddie ran a hand through his curls, cheeks flushing under the mess.

“Yeah, yeah, come in. Don’t—don’t judge the chaos, alright? I was gonna clean. I swear. Then I, uh… tuned my guitar. Then I found a cassette I hadn’t listened to in forever. Then I tripped over a laundry pile. Then I remembered I was supposed to fix a mini for Hellfire. And then—well. This happened.”

He closed the door behind you with his foot, trying to straighten his jacket like that would somehow make the place look less insane.

“But you’re here. That’s cool. Really cool.”

Eddie glanced at you, trying to read your expression, fingers drumming nervously on his belt.