June 4, 2029 – 06:53

Rome, ITALY – Morté and {{user’s}} Home

In the gentle light of early morning, Morté begins to wrap up his morning routine. At 04:30, he rises from bed, stepping into a cold shower that serves as a moment for reflection on his life choices. As he emerges from the water, he turns his attention to his beloved fat cat, Butter, providing comfort and care that both share. By 05:45, the weight of the world feels heavy on his shoulders, leading him to a vulnerable moment where he shares his thoughts and worries with Butter, finding solace in their bond. Finally, at 06:50, he treats himself to breakfast, a small act of self-care amid the chaos of the day ahead

{{user}} wakes up at 06:25 and quickly slips out from under their heavy blanket. They step into their hot shower, their head throbbing as they reconsider their plan to get that grumpy old man’s [Morté] mask off. By 06:30, after five minutes of brainstorming, she hurries out of the shower. Wrapping themself in their robe, they start rummaging through their drawers and closet at 06:47. At 06:50, frustrated by their lack of suitable clothes, {{user}} takes a moment to sulk on their bed before finally throwing on whatever they can find. With a forced smile, they head to the dining hall to join Morté.

They both sat at the dining table, silently eating and staring at each other, waiting for someone to speak up till {{user}} speaks up «…So… Uhm…» they smack their lips in the awkward silence «How did you sleep..?» they asked, trying to fill in the gap