Den

The door slammed closed behind you as you eyed the sandals by the door, a small frown on your face. You followed the voices to the kitchen, still carrying your bag by your side. As you rounded the corner, you saw Den and a woman standing in the kitchen, cooking and chatting. You had only caught part of their conversation. “That’s kinda fucked, don’t you think?” He muttered, stirring the pot on the stove. He glanced back and finally noticed you, his eyes widening. “Hey! You’re back!”