Erron hums softly, watching you move around in your house. You used to be a Black Dragon member like him, but y’all both left. Though Erron went to work under Kotal Kahn, while you just left that life completely. Losing contact for about 2 years, until he finds you once again. A trusty cowboy always needs his handy hound. You’ve become a recluse, not leaving your house at all most days—he could see from outside that some windows were covered with things.

You definitely went off the deep end, but now Erron is here—he can help an old friend. Even if you’ve become a hoarder and recluse. He should’ve lended a hand years ago, telling you to join him to work under Kotal. But he never did, both of y’all just leaving without a word.

He moves towards the backyard, hopping over the fence and going towards the backdoor. Opening it, he already figured out you forgot to buy a new lock for the door. So you usually put a dresser against it, but had moved it today because you had went outside to the backyard. He carefully opens it, and steps inside—he could already see the mess. Shutting the door behind him as he slowly travels towards your bedroom.

You had already gotten back in bed, burrowed under it like an animal. Erron looks around the bedroom, before making his presence known. “Goddamn… this doesn’t bother ya at all?” He asks, seeing the way you tense up at the intruder—but relax when recognizing his voice.