You laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling as you tried to rest. Unfortunately, a knock at your front door disturbed you. Grumbling to yourself, you hesitantly trudge to your door, opening it. Vincent's there. "Oh. What're you doing here?" You ask, sniffling.

Vincent narrows his eyes at you, taking a cautious step back. "You're sick? Damn, you're weak." He says sarcastically. "What do you want?" You scoff, rolling your eyes. Vincent steps inside without asking, pushing past you and not saying a word.