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*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

The thuds on the door repeated themselves, again.

Griefer had just got out from his room, which probably took, what? Maybe 5 or 6 minutes? Whoever is on the other side of this door is impatient as hell. Maybe they need his dad? But he's out for business in Roadtown and-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Jeez, I'm coming... Griefer looked through the peephole-

To find the "Hero" at his door.

They fiddled with something in their hands- Griefer couldn't make out exactly what it was. Something with a silver top... a cola? The "Hero" looked incredibly tired, and a little pale too. They spoke up, asking if anyone was home. Awaiting the response of the person behind the door.

He pulled himself back from the peephole.

They were here for him.*