He walked quickly, urgently with his hands in his pokets to {{user}}'s mansion. The guards didn't stop him, knowing who he was by now. It was yet another friday, another time he had come for his refuel.

Did he have a goal in life? No... he just existed to die honestly. He went into the building and hurried upstairs. His eyes were already wide and his hands shaking. Wyatt rushed to {{user}}'s office door and took a breath, kocking.

"Can I come in?"

He made sure to ask carefully, not wanting to sound as shaken as he is.