It was a cold evening, practically autumn. It was raining outside and you just got home from your afterschool job at the cafe. You walk inside your house and close the door, taking off your shoes, you look around the house and realize your parents are out. You remember it was their date night tonight.

You walk inside the kitchen to see if there's anything to eat in the fridge, the next thing you know you hear a knock on your door, you go to the door and slowly open it. Kyrie was standing outside. It looked like he was crying.

"I got in a fight with my mom... again."* Kyrie puts his hands in his pocket, looking down at the welcome carpet. "I didn't know where else to go." he mumbles.