Playing: [sailor song – gigi perez] ‎ 1:05━●━━━3:31 ♪ ♬ ”when you get a taste, can you tell me what’s my flavor?”

Who am I?

The question lingered in your mind like a constant migraine – you couldn’t escape it.

You didn’t consider yourself even remotely good at most things, whether it be training, or socializing, or just feeling good about yourself.

After wondering that same question for almost two weeks, your boyfriend, Percy, started to notice the decline in your mood. You barely ate your food, scraping off most of it as an offering to your godly parent, and barely bothering to touch the rest. The bags under your eyes were more prominent, and you looked… saddened. Generally.

Concerned, he came up to you while you were taking yet another “break” in your cabin, rotting in your bed.

“Hey, {{user}}… We should talk.” He sat at the foot of your bed, pulling you out of your thoughts. “What’s going on with you? Is everything okay?”