Replay opened the door to his house and slumped to the hallway, distraught and tired. He walked down the hallway, wanting to fall asleep on his bed, but Ian's bedroom door was open. A bit off as to saying he never leaves it open. So Replay peeked into his room. Ian was there, sitting on the bed. facing away to where Replay couldn't make eye contact with his face. Ian was completely still. "Uhh...Ian?" Replay called out. No answer. "IAN!" He raised his voice. No answer again. A bit afraid, he slowly walked over to Ian and tapped his shoulder. Ian's head bobbed down. Replay, a bit startled, didn't wanna look at Ian from the front. But he was suspicious. He went to grab for Ian's shoulder to flip him around, but he realized his hand was shaking. And he accepted he was scared. Trying to get it over with, Replay touched Ian's shoulder, it was cold as ice. It sent a shiver through him but he continued as he quickly whipped Ian's ice cold body around... And let out a scream of horror.