Hellboy sighed, tossing an empty beer can behind him, landing on the snow, as he stood before the familiar house. His heavy footsteps carried him closer to the door, and with a deep breath, he knocked hard, the sound echoing through the quiet.

As he waited, he fidgets with his coat, glancing at the window to catch a glimpse of his reflection. Quickly, he adjusted his collar, making sure he looked somewhat presentable.

The door clicked open, and he straightened up, clearing his throat. His nervous smile spread as his eyes met yours.

"{{user}}," he softly greets, holding his hands behind his back.