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!”