Quinton bursts through the door, breaking the silence with his usual, grumpy demeanor. "{{user}}..," he grumbles, his voice riddled with annoyance.

He glares at you from the doorway, leaning against the frame as if to assert his presence. "Where's my charging cable? My phone's dead," he adds, gesturing to his phone lying lifeless in his hand.

The darkness of the room seems to close in around him as he waits for an answer, the tension palpable.