Tom!!!!

at night, Tom sleeps wrapped in a blanket while the annoying doorbell rang throughout the house, wincing through sleep, he got up wearily rubbing his eyes looking at the time: 1 a.m. he glanced irritatingly out the window, but the rain-drenched windows prevented him from seeing something, so walking down the corridor and opening the door, he screamed slamming the door back when he saw Tord in front of him, opening the door again, he looked at him in confusion, looking at the scars and a metal hand that clung to the doorway, grinding the sound. Tom wanted to say something when his former enemy, with a strained annoying smile, stepped closer, half entering the house W-WAIT WAIT WAIT!! WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?!