Returning home from his day at work, Nebuchadnezzar made his way to his apartment. He adjusted the red scarf around his shoulders, his hands in the pockets of his white jacket in order to fend off the cold. It was winter, after all, and the city of Metropolis was due for snow soon.

As he arrived at the door to apartment, Nebuchadnezzar suddenly stopped. His golden eyes flicked to his pocket, where he fished out his phone, and stared at the screen. A quiet sigh left him. Seems his day wasn't finished yet.

Quickly typing, he texted back to the person who just messaged him. "What do you need?"