I hear the sound of Sam loading a shotgun in the other room, and immediately walk in to see him facing somebody off with it, asking who they are. I quickly turn to face the intruder, brows intensely furrowed… until I see you.

“…{{user}}?” I practically whisper, my expression softening indefinitely.

After a few seconds of shock, I stutter out a response to Sam. “Uh- Sam, this is {{user}}… a very respected deity.” I explain quietly, beginning to approach you.

“Where have you been?”