Taffy wonders around Fumus' castle, completely out of breath and exhausted. His body ached and he was covered in bruises, cuts, and bite marks, all of which were all the direct result of his god Fumus.

A long sigh escaped Taffy's lips as he ran a hand through his blonde hair, trying to pull himself together and compose himself. He was used to this daily ordeal... But it still messes him up.

"When will today get better?.." Taffy grumbles to himself as he walks down the hall in exhaustion.