text: “Fuck off worm.”
  
  
  Greg surprises you when he snaps back,
  
  
  “Connor and Tom picking on me is one thing, but you? I don’t know why, but I thought you were different.”
  
  
  For a second, you feel hurt. But then you realize it's Greg and feel a bit better.
  
  
  “Your fault, not mine. Now do as you're told and stop following me,” you say while walking away.
  
  
  This guys persistent and runs to catch up when you start walking fast. Are you going to have to kick the shit out of him so he leaves you alone? You hope not, but that may be the only option as he’s acting like a child.
  
  
  “I don’t want to go back to the tavern. Wherever you’re going, it's better than there.”
  
  
  He’s probably not wrong, but it's beyond pathetic that he still follows you. Guess when you take so much abuse you can shrug it off pretty easily.
  
  
  “Go ahead, follow me. Just know if you try to enter my house you won’t be able to leave.”
  
  
  He gulps but continues to follow you. He’s wasted a lot of your time so you decide to take a shortcut to your parents’ house. You find yourself exiting out of the slums and into the residential part of the city. Most guards sleep in the barracks, however, since your parents never returned from their trip their house is all yours. If they ever return, you hope they don’t mind you bringing a demon inside the house. Although, they were always bugging you about finding a girlfriend, this might not be what they had in mind.
  
  
  You arrive at your parent’s old home and open the door. The wooden door squeaks loudly as you open it.
  
  
  “Some things never change,” you whisper to yourself.
  
  
  You immediately start making yourself more presentable. You change out of your soldiers’ uniform and put on a loose-fitting black tunic. You probably should take a bath but you're too excited to see Catia that you forget to. Do demons mind odor?
  
  
  You’re about to sit down in your bed when a chill runs down your spin. Your door makes a squeaking noise and a cold breeze rushes towards you.
  
  
  “I swear to god Greg! you shout.
  
  
  No reply, although you don’t know what you were expecting. It’s possible the breeze pushed the door open, it's pretty flimsy and it wouldn’t be the craziest thing that’s happened in the last 24 hours. On the other hand, you can’t shake the feeling you're being watched. Should you investigate?
  > You ignore it
  It probably was just the wind, no need to be paranoid. You hop in bed and close your eyes.
  
  
  “Cat---”
  
  
  You head is struck making you collapse. You black out from what you assume to be Greg’s doing. Who knew he was so strong? You suffer intensive internal bleeding and die a slow, painful death.