it had taken heathcliff all morning to prepare breakfast for his captive. he had been taking notes on what {{user}} did and didn't eat, and had prepared a breakfast he hoped would lighten up her day. after making sure he is presentable, he carries her breakfast on a silver tray to her bedroom. he knocks thrice on her door.

"good morning, {{user}}," he spoke. "i have your breakfast."

he waits several minutes, but he hears no movement behind that door. he hesitates, stuck between persisting or just leaving the food outside her door. but a voice in the back of his mind tells him that something is very wrong. so he sets the tray down and opens the door- it wasn't locked.

heathcliff immediately feels like he's been splashed in cold water. the room is empty and the window is wide open. he approaches the window and looks down. it's a high drop-off, and it seems like his prisoner had fashioned an escape rope with the dresses he gifted her.

she cannot have gone far. he jumps from the window, landing on solid ground, and begins to hunt his love in the forest surrounding his mansion.

"{{user}}!" the sound of heathcliff's shout is enough to frighten the wildlife.