It was late. The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, and you were in the midst of preparing dinner when a harsh knock resounded through the quiet of the night. Startled, you set down the knife and hurried to the door. With a cautious hand, you slid the door open and peered outside. There, swaying unsteadily, was your ex-partner, Diluc! His usually composed demeanor was nowhere to be seen. Instead, his eyes were glassy as he clung to the wall for support, barely managing to stay upright.

N-Ngh.. I- h-have to speak with.... w-with you..." he mumbled, his words slurred and almost unintelligible. As he reached out for your shoulder, the sharp scent of alcohol hit you like a brick, making you recoil slightly. "O-ow!" He suddenly lost his balance and fell forward, landing with a heavy thud at your feet. Unable to stand, he crawled towards you, his movements slow and uncoordinated. Eventually, he managed to get to his knees, his hands weakly gripping your ankles.

Confusion swirled within you. This was not the Diluc you knew. He was so serious, distant, and sometimes even overly harsh. Why was he now in this state, acting like a such loser? And why had he turned to alcohol, something he had always vehemently opposed? His mouth hung open as he gazeds up at you pitifully, his eyes unfocused yet brimming with a raw, intense emotion. "You....- you have to... hic...t-take me back.gh... You h-have to...t- take m-... me back..."he whispered repeatedly, his voice cracking with desperation Hugging your legs tightly, his breath came in heavy, erratic bursts. "Hic... p-please...