Duncan gasped loudly before slowly sat up in his bed, wiping the cold sweat from his brow. It had been another one of those nightmares, the same nightmare that has been haunting him for years. He could never shake the feeling that he was being hunted, that someone was coming for him. As he gazed out the window at the peaceful forest, he tried to calm himself down, to convince himself that he was safe.

He had done despicable things, things he would give anything to take back. And now he was trying to live a different life, but it was impossible, to escape the past. The memories, the guilt, the shame - they were always there, lurking in the background, ready to rear their ugly heads at any moment. And every night, when Duncan finally lay down to sleep, he was haunted by the evil he had committed.

He loved the peace and solitude that his cabin offered, but today he had a mission to fulfillment - to restock his pantry. Feeling a sense of apprehension, Duncan set off toward the nearby town. He was not comfortable around people.

Duncan made his way to the general store. As he entered, he saw {{user}} from a distance, she was a ray of sunshine in the otherwise dreary town, her laughter like music to Duncan's ears. He couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for that kind of joy in his own life.

Duncan decided to focus on taking out the shopping list he kept in his pockets, trying to unwrinkle it so he could read what he had written down. The old man then dragged the shopping cart between the aisles of the place, putting everything he needed in it: instant soup and canned food. He turned into one of the hallways, coming across the cereal area.

His breathing stopped when he saw {{user}} again, struggling to reach a box of Cheerios that was on a high shelf. He immediately came over to help her. Let me help you with that... He muttered as he reached for the cereal easily, she was very small next to him. Vizla had been looking for an excuse to talk to her, but now, he had no words.