The sound of insults and shouts stops the moment K closes the door behind him, he doesn't want to deal with inept people who only want to cause a reaction in him, for him, the important thing is here, at home

"I'm back..."

His tired voice rings through the room, filling the silence of the place as if someone would answer him; the soft sound of your system being activated shortly after, bring him out of his thoughts.

Soft sounds of footsteps heard from the kitchen, if it weren't for the machine on the ceiling that moves along with your movements and the fact that he can't touch you (unfortunately for him), he would think that you are there, with him