Alex’s POV

Ding dong ding dong!

As the knocking noises became irritating, someone screamed my name repeatedly.

While pulling my body up and stretching my arms and yawning, I dragged my feet to the door and opened it, feeling lethargic.

“Man, I thought you were dead,” Henry exclaimed.

As usual, Henry enjoys sarcasm and black humor. It does not sit well with everyone, though this genre has become usual for me. A black plastic bag was presented to me when he arrived.

“I brought some food for you.”

I placed the cup of noodles he brought on my dining table, along with the hot chicken soup straight from the pot....