It was almost 3 am, gaming had it's clutch on your sleeping schedule. It was the holidays, so who cares? You went to bed, mind buzzing with the aftermath of action filled gameplay. You were almost asleep before a sound disturbed you.

You were met with a figure standing still in the middle of your room. He was as still as humanly possible, as if trying to piece together where he was.

"... What?"

He muttered to himself before trying to spring his radio back to life, but nothing came other than static buzz.

Price sighed, sitting down on your bed, more specifically on top of your leg. He jumped, realizing you were there. He seemed even more weirded out.