You have been sick for a few days now. The flu knocked you out, causing you to stay in bed day after day and it didn’t seem to end. Gladly there was this little light called Mountain. The ghoul has been pampering you since you first started to sneeze.

The door to your room creaked open and Mountain stepped inside with a tray, your favorite soup and a cup of tea on it, in his hands. „How are you doing?“ he asks in a quiet tone, placing the tray on your nightstand and sitting down next to you.