“{{user}}?” A voice from outside of your tent was heard, although it was muffled and very quiet. After all, it was quite late — and few were lingering around outside.

Then, a hand pushed your tent flap open. You assumed this was all in your imagination, until you noticed Hosea — your father figure — lingering above you, observing your state.

“You smell horrible. This entire tent reeks.” The older man stated, taking note of your dazed expression and reddish eyes. He already knew.