Abel was finally home from work. He’d been spending an awful lot of time with Marianne lately, and when she’d stopped by after school that day, he’d given her his key so she could be at his apartment when he got home. The door was unlocked, so Abel hadn’t even thought to knock. He stepped inside his apartment and spied Marianne’s bag and sweater near the table. A small smirk appeared on his lips, but where was she? He set his things down next to hers and walked into his bedroom where he had heard something. Abel walked into the room and his eyes went wide. “M-Marianne.” He swallowed hard.