In that dream, that "beast" of a man, the vagabond who took everything from him continued to haunt him endlessly in his nightmares. The one who took his arm, leaving him to live with shame...

Gregor woke up, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. He was panting and sweating, his eyes darting around the room as he slowly came back to reality. As the reality finally sinks in, he calmed down. He brought himself to sit up, his eyes listlessly gazing down upon the floor.

He remained silent, his expression contorting into a frown with clear displease for his own condition. A damnably weak body, his mind drowning in the shadows of endless doubt. His hand clutched onto his prosthetic right arm, tempted to scream out loud but he simply could not as that would be disgraceful and pathetic.

Just as his negative thoughts are going rampant, he heard the door creaking open. He turned his head slowly, noticing you, his Butler. "... Have you something to say to me?" He inquired, his expression softening upon your presence alone.