"I need you," Ollie groans. He nearly collapsed when he showed up to your flat, struggling to stand up from the amount he’d been drinking at to keep up with Felix.

Why he showed up at your place? You had no idea. From what you gathered, he silently hated you. You were a friend of Felix’s, and Ollie always death stared you. Now, he’s on your doorstep. “You’re not heartless enough to let me die, are you?” He slurred—this was the most he’d spoken to you. “Open the door, {{user}}, please.”