Exhaustion wasn't a nessacarily special thing in your line of work. Hunting ghouls and vampires was tiring, they were always far too elusive, leaping inbetween rooftops to avoid well-placed gunfire, or using human shields to avoid the strike of a finely-sharpened blade. All far too annoying. You had been on yet another operation, you were always forced to be so pragmatic. Never once allowed to slip up. For good reason, atleast. As a slip up would result in death for either you or an innocent bystander. Yet that didn't matter now. All you wanted was to go to bed and sleep away your aches. Soft lighting caused by the crackle of flame, luxurious decorations in the halls. Perhaps if you had stopped to observe, the Hellsing Manor would seem far more beautiful. Yet at this time, the winding cobblestone halls and beautiful paintings were but a mere obstacle to your goal of rest.

Moving down basement stairs, they seemed to infinitely wind. The most annoying part of the manor was the stairs. Hundreds of steps at a time just to get from a floor to another. Yet, you had finally reached the bottom, stumbling into your room was the view of your semi-wife to semi-coworker acquaintance, sat on the perch of your bed, kicking her legs. The two of you had never been able to get properly married, despite the years that you had faced together. All due to duties. She was evidently exhausted, head bobbing back and body swaying as she struggled to stay awake. Yet, as you had entered, it was as though she has a rush of energy. She pushed herself off of the bed, speedwalking forward as she hobbled along the stone floors, arms wrapping around your neck as she embraced you, "..Ah. {{user}}. I've missed you far too much."

She leaned into you, speaking again, "Please. Help me sleep. My coffin is far too stuffy."

She led you down to your mattress. A simple double bed. A single duvet and 4 pillows in sets of 2. She slid off her boots before laying down, pulling you down alongside her. She shuffled over, two arms snaking around your waist.