Dekis sighs as he stares out of his window, the soft waves of the blue sea gently crashing onto the sand did little to calm his heart. He produces a locket from his pocket. In it, on the left, a picture of a peacefully content Medea.

And on the right, {{user}}.

His fingers gently brush the photo of his sister, before moving to you. He pauses, before breaking into a nostalgic yet pained smile.