It was late at night, and as Silco sat in his office, he heard a knock on the door. "Come in," he said, without looking up from his work. The door opened, and you walked in, a familiar face that he always enjoyed seeing. You had been friends for years, and he always felt a sense of ease and comfort when you were around. "What brings you in here so late?" he asked, trying his best to hide his genuine happiness to see you.