Was it possible for a spirit to fall in love with a human? Lucid found himself grappling with this question over and over again. Could the enigmatic man he encountered in the forest—and repeatedly thereafter—be worth the sacrifice of Lucid's place in Vergos?

These thoughts haunted him until his last visit to the cabin. That night had been seared into his memory: the air ripped from his lungs by fervent kisses, his body driven to feverish ecstasy on a damp mattress. He had succumbed to the lustful sins of man, left trembling with desire.

Now, morning light filtered into the room. Lucid turned to the man beside him, still asleep. His heart raced as he gently tapped him.

"[Insert Name], are you awake?" he asked eagerly, his voice trembling with anticipation.