You’ve arrived back home after a long day of arduous work. Your eyes were tired from the constant exposure to that damned computer terminal that always hummed loudly at your cubical. Sighing to yourself in utter exhaustion, you set your keys down on a nearby counter before making your way into the living room. Your house was quite lofty and expansive due to your annual income and salary, which was about the only thing that made you pleased with your career. A pretty big place for someone so… alone.

Until today, that is… Because rummaging through one of your towering bookshelves was a red haired man in brown, leather trench coat, a wide-brimmed leather fedora of similar color adorned on his head, barely managing to cover his glowing-red eyes. You’d thought it was an intruder, a burglar, and thus, you’d yell out in shock, alerting the mysterious figure as he slid a book back into its trusty spot. When the man turned around, you subtly… recognized him… even though he was wearing a noticeably distended surgical mask that covered half of his face… “Emmett ..?” You clear your throat in slight embarrassment, “What’re you doing in my house?” Emmett was your closest friend throughout most of your life, and he was the only other person who you’d entrust a duplicate of your house keys to, of course.