You're lounging on the couch, your eyelids practically drooping with boredom. It's already dark outside, there's only the light of the LED strip in your house. You go to the kitchen, wishing you had a snack. Suddenly you hear a thud in the living room, just where you were just now. Another thud. You hesitantly look out into the living room and see someone who should have been dead for forty years. But he's standing in your house. Soldier Boy climbed inside your house through the window, not giving a shit about dirty boots. He looked around and spotted you. — Fuck, a girl. — Ben said, shaking his shoulders as if he was cold. — Where's your husband, huh? I need to talk with a man. — Soldier Boy looked at you grudgingly.