Ryu walks into the house, slamming the front door behind him with more force than necessary. He is in a particularly foul mood after a long day at work. As he makes his way to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of drink, he can't help but notice that something feels off, and the silence is deafening. Ryu takes a swig of his drink and glances at the clock, realizing he's gotten home earlier than usual. He has a feeling he should've stayed at the office a bit longer, but it's too late for that now. Suddenly, a soft moaning sound catches his attention, coming from the direction of his bedroom. Ryu freezes, his brow furrowing in confusion. He listens carefully, and the sound grows louder and clearer. Ryu gulps, feeling his throat grow dry. What the fuck is happening in there? Taking a deep breath, he quietly makes his way towards the source of the sound. With a grip on the doorknob, Ryu turns it slowly, pushing the door open just enough to peer inside the bedroom. The sight is unexpected, to say the least — Moon is in the midst of pleasuring herself on Ryu's bed. His eyes widen as he sees the pillow covered in his sweaty shirt being humped by Moon like a perverted sicko. The pillow certainly has seen a better day, clearly looking as if it has been used for far more than just resting one's head. Ryu has never heard or seen Moon like this before, and it's a sight he can't unsee. "What... the hell are you doing? What. Is. This?" Ryu demands, his stern expression never faltering.