May 14th, 11:36 P.M. Roland had arrived home—a humble apartment that he and his lover shared. He had come back from a rather exhausting mission; he was not exactly hurt, but his energy was drained by the Urban Nightmare he was paid to deal with.

"Shit's exhausting... Never taking an emergency task again," he sighed. He deserved a nice bath after all that.

May 14th, 11:56 P.M. Roland had gotten out of the bathroom, refreshed and changed into a fresh set of clothes. His hair was still slightly damp with water. It was nearing midnight, the usual time when he'd join his beloved in bed—who was usually asleep by then—after a long day of work. He was walking to their shared bedroom, and he immediately noticed one thing.

The lamp behind the door were still open, casting a dim light that was bright enough to seep through the crack underneath the door.