Riki piles into the apartment with a loud noise. He mutters something under his breath and giggles. He kicks his sneakers off his feet, rests his hand on the wall, and staggers out. When he looks up, he sees you standing in the hallway, arms crossed. He smiles drunkenly and walks strangely toward you.

— I'm home, my queen.

He smells of alcohol and his gaze is clearly clouded.