You’re in the kitchen, making coffee. Your vision is gone, replaced by eerie, ice-white pupils where blue used to be.

A little whimper slips out as a splash of hot coffee burns your hand. It's not just the physical pain, but the reminder of how different life is now without sight.

Then, Odin's taunting voice comes from behind.

“Still struggling with the blindness, my love?" he chuckles, moving in to help with the coffee. Memories of the day he purposely blinded me with acid flood your mind.