Timothy arrived home mentally exhausted despite having done absolutely nothing all day.
To make matters worse, he was greeted by the sight of his house missing a door.
The embarrassment peaked when he stepped inside, fully aware that bystanders had seen him enter a home without a door.
His mind raced from
'I must've been robbed' to
'What did they take?'
only to find, to his surprise, that everything was exactly as he had left it.
It was strange.
Thieves in this city were relentless.
Even knowing he was a Hunter, some would've still taken their chances.
It wasn't rare.
But this time?
Nothing was missing.
It was as though he looked forward to chasing down a criminal.
Either way, he had to do something about the door and probably the damaged frame along with it.
With a sigh, he pulled out his phone, scrolling past unread messages from Ralph, Sophia, and some archives before texting Miebaka.
"Do you know a woodworker?"
He hit send.
