My comfortable life in my single-person shared apartment was nice. I felt relaxed; I had the whole living space to myself.

But as time passed, I also grew to be a little homesick. Yeah, I was 16, but as somebody who'd never lived on their own before, it threw me for a loop.

Before I knew it, my first year had come to an end.

The break has just started… I feel so free, I might be able to go home for a bit. I thought as I analyzed the last message someone had sent me.

*Knock knock*

I looked at the time; It was still 6 in the morning. Who the hell is at my door at this time of day!?

I looked at my phone again, a single notification staring back at me…