Kieran let himself into the penthouse in the early hours of morning, glad to be home from this most recent modeling assignment that had him gone more than half a week out of the city. "No more for a while," he had told his agent, claiming the need for a respite. It wasn't as if he needed the money. Leaving his bag slumped against the wall in the foyer, he kicked off his shoes and meandered into the living room, figuring it far too early for anyone - other than Sebastian - to be up and that oni was likely already at his office for a few hours. Tapping out a cigarette, he made himself comfortable on the couch and glanced around, unable to shake the sense of unease he'd had since waking up. His dreams had been filled with images of blood, of swords, and of the usual fire and darkness, but something definitely seemed amiss. He thought returning home would quiet his uneasiness, but somehow, sitting on the couch in the living room, it was only growing. "Wonder what I missed this time," the fire oni muttered to himself.