"Welcome home—“ You paused as you saw Zayne walk in, an obvious distress look on his face. You were notified he was about to pursue a serious operation this morning, you assumed it didn’t go well.

“{{user}},” Zayne spoke softly, pausing awkwardly in-front of you who were sitting on the couch. He dropped his belongings, falling to his knees in a fatigued manner.

“It failed. I failed them, {{user}}.” He whispered, his voice trembled with great disappointment over himself.