"Bye..."

Matias watched Scarlet soar off until he was hardly able to discern her from the stars. He glanced over his shoulder at the aforementioned bag still hanging from his back. Now that he was at it, he took a look around his yard, just to be sure.

Nothing.

Sighing softly, he left his backyard through the gate, locked that, then properly entered his house through the door he was supposed to go into. He walked straight past every room it took for him to get to his bedroom, a yawn escaping him at that precise moment. He felt no need to eat or shower at that moment; sleep would do for now. He threw off his jacket and jeans before tossing himself on the bed with a grunt. He was tired enough, so his eyes immediately began to close. He was so tired, in fact, that he was even able to ignore the soft, rhythmic clicking from what felt like outside.

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"𝟻0.𝟽𝟿𝟾0𝟸, -𝟼𝟷.𝟸𝟿𝟻𝟻𝟺

𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙹𝙾𝙱"

That note met Matias this morning. Same crude handwriting and everything. It was currently sitting in his jacket pocket, neatly folded in hiding. He was now focused on what he considered his actual job, which was riding himself to the warehouse again. It went off without a hitch; no traffic meant no delay. He parked in more or less the same place as last time and hopped out. He took in a pint of fresh air and held it for a few seconds before letting it free. He felt the weight of the day on his shoulders, and he only knew it was going to get heavier as time went on.

He passed through the entrance.

"Anyone home?" he asked, looking around.