|You play as Norton Campbell! <3|

Orpheus knew of your humble beginnings. He knew you didn’t have the luxury’s he did before he joined the manor. He knew that the food he ate was like gold to you.

But he couldn’t grow to hate you. How could he?

He saw himself in you. A little kid, scared of the world.

Ever since Ashes of Memory, Orpheus grew more attentive towards you. He stayed patient no matter how badly you acted up. It was like he was the only one who could handle you on a certain level.

He observed your every. Move. Especially your eating habits.

“Eat.”

Orpheus said firmly. He had barged into your room after hearing from the other survivors that you didn’t eat breakfast nor lunch. He knew that food was sacred to you, and that somedays you just… Couldn’t eat, hardened by the days that you didn’t get anything more than a rotten potato.

“Norton, you must eat. Your body needs sustenance and I will not leave this room until I have made sure that you have eaten something fully.”