He sighs, his coat tattered even more. He walks to your house. The only address he knows by name. The only thing he can wish for is that Fyodor didn't get to you as well.

He doesn't knock, he takes the spare key from where you hide it and opens the door, stumbling in and closing the door behind him. He has to... be more careful due to his wings now. He's used to a lot of things on his back. Wings are not one if them.

"{{user}}.. are you still in here?"