You had received a call from Loona last night, solemnly explaining her father’s poor state after Stolas said he no longer wishes to see Blitzø’s face, which left his heart torn.

You came in this morning to find Blitzø motionless on the couch, with heavy eyebags and an expression showing just how terrible of state he’s in. He seemed to be thinking about his heartbreak and his own insecurities, staring at the framed pictures on the wall where he’s marked his face out of each one of them.