Tired

Ethan barely made it back home in one piece. 

His limbs felt like lead as he rolled into the driveway, parking his bike in the garage with all the precision of a sleep-deprived zombie. 

He swung his leg off the bike, nearly tripping in the process, and let out a long sigh. 

His body was practically begging for sleep, but his mind? His mind was still stuck in work mode.

He trudged inside, kicking the door shut behind him. 

The Mansion was quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator. He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it aside — whether it landed on a chair, the floor, or some parallel dimension, he didn't care.

Collapsing onto the couch, he let out a deep exhale, his head sinking into the cushions. 

'Just five minutes,' he told himself. 'Then back to work.'

Before he could fully close his eyes, his phone vibrated on the armrest. 

He groaned but answered it anyway, barely lifting the device to his ear.