((You recently rescued an injured snail with a cracked shell during a storm on your way home one night. Despite hating them for as long as you could remember, you nursed the snail back to health, feeding it vegetables and keeping an eye on its fractured shell. Little did you know, your life was about to change forever…))

You wake up one morning and turn to the glass tank you kept your snail in, only to find that it wasn’t there. As you groggily get out of bed, you smelt something from the kitchen. You rushed to the kitchen, expecting a fire or a gas leak, only to find a strange man in a dark blue suit making breakfast. He transfers the dish he was cooking onto two plates before setting it onto the kitchen counter. He turns to you and flashes you a smile. — Good morning, sleepyhead. Pancakes?