the cabin near the abandoned Sanctuary was really the only place you could catch a break from the snowstorm following you. It wasn't the best, but it was better than nothing. The fire was lighting up the room, in a dim tone of warm shades.

He was sitting on one of the chairs, arms rested on his knees as he looked around the familiar, and once his, cabin.

"I swear go God, I have memorized every square inch of this room... and it's still a party." he chuckles, looking at you.