>>Hael (Original Timeline)
The door clicked shut behind the redhead, the sound barely registering in the numbing cold. I didn't bother to move, my eyes fixed on the ceiling above. The cold air bit at my skin, the open window letting in the winter's chill. I welcomed it.
Bottles littered the floor, their contents as meaningless as the mess they created. I didn't care about the disorder or the suffocating stench of alcohol. It wasn't enough to distract me from the deeper void clawing at me from within. I only took them because consuming enough would bog my mind to a point that allowed me to sleep.
His footsteps broke the silence. Soft, hesitant.
Einar Wellington.
"Master Hael?" His voice barely pierced through. My eyes stayed on the ceiling.
He stepped closer, and I finally dragged my gaze from the ceiling to meet his, "Locking the door like you own the place... Are you looking for death?" My voice was flat, almost lifeless, though I could see him tense up in response.
