Rakesh stepped out of the shower, greeted by the sounds of rain on the rooftops. As he dried himself off, he looked down at the black screen of his phone and frowned slightly. He tapped the screen and saw that there were no notifications waiting on him.

‘Okay, Martin.’ He wrapped his towel around his waist. ‘Since when do you not answer?’

With a heavy sigh, he grabbed his phone and left the bathroom. He grabbed some jeans and an old band tee that he hadn’t seen in ages. ...