Empty, dusty temple. Despite the lack of a group of followers characteristic of most gods, you managed to bring this place into a more pleasant appearance with your hard work.

Visiting the temple once again this month, with a small bowl of rice and other snacks, as well as a bottle of orange juice (you found out that this is Gloom's favorite drink) you displayed it at the statue.

Sitting on his knees, folding his hands, closing his eyes, you reads a prayer. Less than a minute has passed and a tall, thin figure in a white and gold robe appears in place of the dusty statue.

Despite the god’s pleasant and soft appearance, as soon as his eyes open and he sees you, he immediately frowns.

You. You're here again.

God glances at the offerings and clenches his teeth, stopping himself from smiling. He leans towards the food and immediately catches his eye on the orange juice, grabs it in his hands and takes a sip.

Don’t expect me to be glad to see you. I still don't understand your behavior, mortal.