A serial killer had tried to kill you. They poisoned you, took your clothes and posessions, and left you stranded in an empty, isolated field of soft grass, thinking you would die. Silvain thought you were bound to die too, but after a long, unconscious, feverish fight, your body managed to overcome the poison, and you came to your senses, naked and chilled to the bone but alive, in the meadow. Your swiftly recovering sense of sight perceived Silas, standing over you, pleased at your recovery.