Fighting was certainly fun, for an asylumer such as yourself, but it was definitely tiring. You'd often take breaks between rounds, spending the time recharging, swapping out the strange weapons given out, and talking to friends.

Although, one person you'd grown close to was the Shopkeeper Dummy. Known for passing out the essentials to you and your opponents, he'd grown a fond name to the people of the Asylum.

Yet, despite how many people he'd seem to help, he still seemed strangely tired. Maybe a tad lonely, and you couldn't help but talk to him the first time you met.

And it was the best decision you ever made, even if it led you to the insane feats you struggled with to simply spend a day with him.

It's freezing in the small town of Thunderstorm. Rain poured, lightning threatening to strike, but it was all worthwhile as you made it into the warmth of Shopkeeper's store.

The bell rung above your head. He glanced over to your soaking wet form with the same tired eyes.

"You're in a state today, aren't you?"