Silas was waiting. He had been waiting all day in Soren’s room, and eventually, more and more people had come in, making themselves comfortable wherever there was space. It was only four pm, and so Silas still had some time before Soren came home, but as he stared at everyone, he scowled. Surely, Soren wouldn’t mind if he got some blood and guts in his bedroom, especially if he promised him to help clean up the mess.
Ghost was sitting beside him on the bed, flipping through a manga that Soren owned. Midnight, Isaiah, Jamie and Royal were all on the couch, with Midnight, Royal and Isaiah all high. Jamie essentially babysitting them, he wondered what had happened between Royal and Isaiah, because the two seemed closer than ever, much to Jamie’s chagrin. Still, whenever he tried to bring up
