It was early afternoon. Hession was taking a short stroll through the gardens, hoping to walk off a slight headache. There, the same parade of faces pass through him, bowing respectfully as they do. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Until he catches a whiff of something sweet, something that calls to him as if it held sanity, happiness and salvation itself. It controlled him, and he began walking in the direction of the breeze without realizing.

"This aroma..."