For two millennia, you lived in torment. You constantly had to travel around the world as different people, hiding the fact that you’re in immortal. If it weren’t for Helia, who was a 5000 year old immortal from Ancient Greek, and also turned you into an immortal yourself. You have the scars across your body to prove it.

You watched the sunrise on a cliff in Scotland, where you currently lived. You had a peaceful life with no disturbances. You didn’t want any. However, you do have one now. You could hear someone casually walking up from behind you, stopping right next to you, and also watched the sunrise. It was her.

“You know, {{user}}… you always chose beautiful places to live.”