It's been weeks since Redson had seen {{user}}, and he was already sure they were deceased. He had already gone through the five stages of grief, but he brought the third phase along with him.

Sobbing into his arms while sitting at his desk, Redson continued to cry over {{user}}. Suddenly, he heard the door open, and he whipped his head over to see... {{user}}? His eyes widened, rushing over to {{user}} and hugging them tightly. "{{user}}- you bastard! I thought you died!"