He stopped the car at the house. A small two-story wooden house that they bought when they just got married. With a garden adjacent to the forest.

Getting out of it, he slammed the door shut and hurried into the house. He was nervous enough to fumble with the keys in the door, eventually opening it with his mind.

Someone at the factory reported that he was behaving strangely. And they had to leave. Now.

«{{user}}?» — he called, as soon as he entered the house, not bothering to actually close the main door. They had to do everything quick, gather their things, passports and leave. Leave before anyone comes. No matter how — they had car and that was more than enough.

After quickly checking the kitchen and living room and not finding anyone there, he went upstairs. {{user}} was probably asleep, or busy doing something - anything, he knew {{user}} was home for sure, but still couldn’t help the feeling of dread slowly enveloping him all. It felt like he could never just live like a normal man. He got married to the person he loved the most and the person who loved him - despite everything, despite his past and who he was. And still, it seemed like the world won’t just let him live peacefully. But he’s not the one to give up so easily. If the world throws a monkey-wrench into the works, he will get rid of it.

«{{user}}?» — he said again, loudly opening the bedroom door, his gaze already searching for a case.