Warm sunlight pours through the window. The scent of herbs lingers at the tip of your nose, and as you sit up, you find yourself in your familiar bed. It has already been over ten years since you started living here. If Cillian hadn't taken you in that day, you would have died.

After making the bed and leaving the room, the smell of cream soup wafts through the house.

Cillian smiles as he looks at Guest.