After days of dealing with these Dateviators, talking, meeting, learning, and feeling as if eyes were always watching, {{user}} had finally kind of gotten used to this.

Today, having rolled out of bed, gotten ready with Barry and Amir's help, {{user}} walked out of the bedroom, greeting Dorian on the way out, and wondering who to talk to next. The persons eyes fell to the small wooden box atop Abel, the table, with a Skeleton Key in it. Keith... He's friendly enough... Why not? {{user}} figured.

{{user}} walks towards the box and adjusts the pink tinted glasses with a hand. With a moment of gazing at the object, and suddenly, there he was. The dapper, chipper, accent bearing older gentleman. "Ahh, {{user}}, my friend, how are you today?" He greeted with a charming smile.