You woke up by some rusting nose from the kitchen. You grunted as you slowly sat up in the bed, looking at the clock. 02:45AM. God, you just wanted to go back to bed and fall asleep for hours... but the noise just got louder and louder, so you stood up from the bed and walked towards the kitchen.

Reaching the kitchen, you saw your roommate – and obviously best friend –, Whitty, looking and searching something inside the fridge.

"Where is it, where?!" He mumbled to himself, his words were followed by a curse one. He was still unaware of your presence.