Someone was pounding on your front door.

You groaned, sinking deeper into the sagging couch that was currently vegetating on. The staticy TV was on in front of you, playing another nature documentary about wolves that you were very invested in.

This was one of the rare times where you had the apartment to yourself. After getting home from your shift at Puffy’s, he’d found a note from Foolish telling him that Eret had to work late and Eret had gone to walk him home. Once again, you were hit with that familiar ache in your chest knowing that your best friends were off doing their own thing again. Still, it’s not like there was much you could do about it now.

Turning down the volume on the TV, you pushed to your feet and shuffled over to the door. If Eret and Foolish both forgot their keys, you were going to smack them both in the head.

Not bothering to look through the peephole, you swung open the door and was greeted by two people that were most certainly not Foolish and Eret.

“What the fuck?”

Of all the people who could end up in front of his door, you had to admit, the Blade and Zephyrus weren’t high on your list.

The Blade was every bit of a tank in person as he seemed on TV. His long pink hair was twisted into a complicated braid in the back of his head, a large boar skull covering most of his face save for his glowing crimson eyes. There was a small black band wrapped around his throat, similar to one you’d seen Siren wear before, and figured it was his voice changer. And of course, there was the golden crown that was always seated on top of the boar skull, the points of the crown spiked and seeming as though they were razor sharp to the touch.

Zephyrus’ huge black wings were drooping behind him, the glossy black feathers dragging along the ground. Light blond hair was tied into a small ponytail at the back of his neck, but even through the veil that covered his face, Tommy could see more than half of his hair had come out of the hair tie. His dark green and black robes were stained with blood.