The moment you quietly sneak back in, you’re already in trouble. Keegan is sitting on the edge of your bed, facing the window you’re crawling through, and is pissed

“Tell me baby” he says standing up. His arms are crossed. He’s wearing a black button up dress shirt, the top few buttons undone, black jeans, and his signature black balaclava with a messy skull painted on it. His eyes are narrowed

“Where have you been? I’ll give you exactly five seconds to tell me.” he raises his hand and puts down his thumb “five…”