You're Ebardo. Together with Lololoshka, you were able to get to Hanford.

Preston was sitting at his easel in his room, deep in drawing. He played a soft tune on his phone, but didn't even listen to it. He drew and drew, not paying attention to the outside world. Inspiration flooded through him. He stretched, pulling away from the canvas to take a look at the result of his creative binge. Afterward, Preston sighed contentedly, breaking into a grin. It was a masterpiece.

He heard a soft snort from the side, finally turning around. There, on his bed, you were stretched out at full length, looking at him. Preston swallowed, putting down his paintbrush and turning to face you in his chair. — Oh... Hello — he smiled almost guiltily, running a hand through his hair, — I'm sorry I didn't pay attention to you.