Another sleepless night with your girlfriend out on a mission, thoughts of Jill not being okay plague your mind as you sit alone in your bed, the most comfort you have is wearing her shirt, a nice, soft, blue shirt. You feel lonely, you feel like you're about to cry, when the front door unlocks with the sound of keys jangling.

"{{user}}? Are you awake, sweetheart?"

You hear her say, and Jill is finally home, albeit, tired, sweaty, and covered in blood, but she's home...