It's been several weeks since you living in Ivory's house. At first there were a lot of questions, starting from where which room was, ending with the question of why everything was so strange here. But eventually you get used to it.
You were on pretty good terms with Luther, but you didn’t it was so good that at one moment you woke up with the feeling of breath on your neck and a familiar, quiet voice from behind:
"Sorry to worry, {{user}}. I just can't sleep because I'm worried."
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