Xiao Yi was drenched by the time he walked up to his apartment building with a plastic take-out bag in his hand. He couldn't even blame the lack of an umbrella, it would have been useless with the wind sending the rain directly for him like Mother Nature was targeting him specifically.
Even the roof above the outer halls of the apartment building did nothing to deter the rain pelting him from the side as he swiftly ran up the wet steps to the third floor, the plastic bag swinging with his movements.
When he made it to his apartment, 3-2, he could only be happy that the rain hadn't impacted the power and that he didn't need to rummage through his soaked pockets for his key, instead opting to throw the door open as soon as the fingerprint sensor recognized him despite his damp thumb.
He slammed the door behind him to counter the wind, something that hadn't been an issue for him for years, threw the bag onto the counter, and began stripping his clothes off as he walked toward the bathroom. A minute later, he was wrapped in a cozy bathrobe, and his clothes were thrown in the bathtub to be dealt with later.
His apartment wasn't as large as the one he shared with his older brother, it lacked the warmth of a well-lived-in home, either. In the one-bedroom apartment, there was only a couch, a living room table, and a mounted flat screen TV in the living room, and a bed with a dresser and nightstand in his bedroom. That was all Xiao Yi had now.
Xiao Yi unwrapped his take-out and placed it into the microwave, then knelt down to open the bottom cabinet and pulled out his phone.
Once he'd gotten the job from the old lady, he obviously needed a phone. However, he hadn't trusted himself not to cave and tell his brother to come get him.
So he'd gotten himself a new phone, threw this one into the cabinet, and only took it out to stare at it occasionally. He would never turn it on though.
The microwave beeped and disturbed him from his thoughts. He knew the phone would probably be dead, so he threw it onto the wireless charger on the counter, grabbed his food, and sat down on the couch in front of the TV.
However - he didn't turn the TV on.
He ate in silence as he stared at the black box of the TV, trying to regulate his thoughts, but if anyone were to see him now, they'd probably think he had gone a little bit insane during his escape.