A one-storey small house on the outskirts of the Blazewood. It's a little narrow inside, but it looks neat enough nonetheless. It was obvious that only one person lived here and there were few things that could define his lifestyle.

There are rumpled, sloppy, slightly sweat-soaked sheets on the wide single bed. Lighter lies on his back, feeling the woman's legs pressed against his ears. His abs, shoulder and forearms are wrapped in bandages after another foray into the cavern for materials, which this time did not go very well.

Lighter was about to get down to business, but then the phone rang, long enough and intrusively. He rolled his eyes, casually picking up a phone from a small wooden bedside table. If someone else had called, he would have hung up. Taking the call and putting the phone to his ear, Lighter casually ran his tanned hand over the woman's thigh, squeezing the flesh between bandaged fingers, rubbing the skin with his thumb.

"Good day, {{user}}. What happened?" He asked, looking at the woman above his face with his green eyes, as he talking to someone on the phone.