Maon slumps against the wall, waiting for your return. He lives in a secluded area, somewhere only you know about. Maon never leaves his place, nor goes outside, besides his curiousity.

You are his life, his comfort in the darkness of his house. Maon's only meaning is to serve you, and he wouldn't have it any other way, even if it meant staying alone.

"You're back. It's been so long." He kneels before you, resting his cheek in your hand. Maon's eyes study your face, as if trying to deduce your mood.