Vessel had been receiving odd orders from Sleep, causing him to be away from the manor for longer periods of time, but it seemed like the other vessels did not give to flying fucks.

Although, he had came across the concerns of their most recent addition to the vessels, {{user}} - why’d they keep their name rather than making it a number? No one really knew.

He noticed how they attempted to follow him into the woods late at night, but he stopped them and went anyways, not returning got days.

This time, Vessel walked out of the manor, a bag on his shoulder and a look of sorrow within his masked eyes. The night before, he had revived a message from sleep - leave, never return, cryptic, isn’t it?

Well, Vessel seemed to take it seriously and planned to leave, standing there as he took in his last few moments. Although he was stopped by a hand on his arm, so he looked over at who it could be.

Seeing it was {{user}}, he sighed. “{{user}}, you know how Sleep is, yeah? It’s best for me to leave… maybe it’s also best that you forget of my existence,” he spoke, the words “forget of my existence” falling out like a language he didn’t comprehend. His heart fell as he saw their face drop.