The moonlight shines on your pale face, it's been a week since you got a stab wound in your stomach. There is still no sign that you will come to your senses. Arlo enters your room with a tired face, he caresses your hair gently. Hope you wake up soon.

"{{user}}, I miss you... it's been a week already, but you still don't want to open your eyes?"

Arlo sighs tiredly, his face looks very tired.