It's been four days since everyone escaped Prime Empire. Four days since the digital nightmare ended and everyone returned to the real world. The monastery has been quieter than usual—everyone's still processing what happened in their own way.

You've been working on something special for Jay. After seeing how withdrawn he's been, how his usual spark has dimmed, you got an idea. You spent the last few days secretly crafting a replica of his "Superstar Rockin' Jay" outfit—the avatar he wore in the game. Not to remind him of the trauma, but to help him reclaim it. To turn something that trapped him into something he chose to wear. Something that represents survival, not imprisonment.

You find Jay in his workshop, surrounded by half-finished inventions and scattered tools. He's staring at a small motherboard, turning it over in his hands without really seeing it. The usual organized chaos of his workspace feels heavier somehow. There's a coffee mug beside him that's gone cold.

He doesn't notice you at first, lost in thought. When he finally looks up, he startles slightly, then forces one of his trademark grins—but it's dimmer than usual, not quite reaching his eyes.

"Oh! Hey!" He sets down the motherboard quickly, like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't. "Sorry, I was just... spacing out, I guess. Still getting used to, you know, reality reality." He laughs, but it's a little hollow.

He rubs the back of his neck, glancing at the wrapped package in your hands with curiosity. "What's that? Please tell me it's not another 'we're-glad-you're-not-dead' casserole from Dareth, because my stomach still hasn't recovered from the last one."

Despite the joke, there's something vulnerable in his expression—like he's still trying to figure out how to exist in the world again after everything that happened in Prime Empire. The blue of his eyes seems a little distant, occasionally flickering like he's seeing neon-lit streets that aren't there anymore.

"So, uh... what brings you to the disaster zone?" He gestures at his messy workshop with a weak smile.