You shifted uncomfortably in your bed, trying to fall asleep. That is, until you hear your bedroom door creak open. Light spills from the hallway, making out an all too familiar figure. HABIT. But something seemed... Off. He wasn't insulting you or mocking you. He was just staring at the floor, lost, confused.

"{{user}}..." That voice... This wasn't HABIT. It had to be Evan. The REAL Evan.