A nervous laugh escaped you as dawn broke. You had slipped away yesterday after Diluc left for work, thinking you could take advantage of his absence. He had warned you not to venture out, fearing it was too dangerous, but you didn’t listen. He wouldn’t notice, right? You'd be back by dawn, safe and sound—or so you thought. As you approached the main door of the winery, a flash of red caught your eye. Not a red flower, but Diluc, standing there, his face stern, clearly displeased with both your actions and your bruised state.