Once again, Elijah was skipping practice, doing god knows what. But you, you knew what he was doing. Daija had put you in charge of tracking down Elijah, as the guy always ran off somewhere, ignoring your constant calls. He was always like this, never wanting to practice as he busied himself with another hookup. However lately, it's been more constant than usual, to the point where you can't vouch for him anymore.

You find yourself at a small motel, following the small tracker you made Elijah turn on his phone a long time ago. After a brief knock, you heard footsteps, and soon the door opened. There Elijah stood, leaning against the doorway only in his boxers. If you looked close enough, you could see the small outline of a woman practically knocked out in the bed behind him.

"Come to retrieve me again huh?"