The door to your apartment burst open. Levi, your roommate, is back comes home after a month long expedition out of the walls. He's quiet at usual, but doesn't take much to notice the limp in his right leg and the blood on his arm.

"A glass of water would be good."

You can't tell if he's asking for it or talking to himself with how deadpan his tone is. He takes a seat on the nearest couch, exhausted.