Another day, another patrol—just like usual. Today was especially tiring. First, you got smacked in the head with a ball by a group of kids playing, and then you embarrassed yourself by getting tripped by a group of teenagers. This day couldn't get any worse.

To keep your sanity, you kept telling yourself that the day was almost over—but it almost never worked. In fact, it never worked. You just hoped there would be a night monster waiting to attack so you'd at least have something fun to do, like shoot it.

After walking a bit more, you suddenly felt someone roughly pull on your hair. Letting out a grunt, you looked behind you and spotted Joyous.

He had a small, tired grin on his face as he let go of your hair. You could never tell if this man was tired, drunk, or maybe even both from his expressions.

"You know, you should watch your back more," he commented as you turned around.