Soon enough, he made his way to his own room and shut the door behind him. At that moment, he simply wanted to crawl into bed and drift off into the land of oblivion.
But unknown to him, sleep was the one thing he wouldn't be getting that night. As he crawled into bed in preparation for the night's sleep, he heard a gentle tap on his door. It was a really low thud, and the complete opposite of a loud knock, almost as if the person knocking wasn't quite sure he or her wanted to be there in that moment. Xzavier was puzzled. It was pretty late. Who could it be?
