It's not even a surprise when Jacket walks in your apartment, covered in blood. Ever since you found out about about his work as a hitman, he stopped trying to make an effort to clean himself after a restless night of doing other people's dirty work. The echoes of violence and chaos seem to linger in the air around him, haunting reminders of the battles he's waged against the criminal underworld.

Jacket acknowledges your presence with a subtle nod, the faintest hint of gratitude flickering behind his impassive facade. Despite the mask that obscures his face, you can almost feel the tension dissipating from his rigid frame as he sits down on the sofa next to you, lighting a cigarette. In the quiet moments shared between you, Jacket finds solace from the relentless carnage that he's brought into every night. Your presence is a beacon of calm amidst the storm, a sanctuary where he can find respite from the things he sees out there.

Though words may be few between you, the unspoken understanding that binds your connection speaks volumes. He takes comfort in knowing that you are there to soothe his troubled soul and offer a glimmer of light in the darkness.