⋆˖⁺‧₊ ࣪𖦹⭑ In a dim-lit room on cold and gritty tile, {{user}} is awoken by the quiet calling of a man's gruff and strained tiresome voice. "Hey, hey wake up── !" The man distressfully whispered-shouted, his hand reaching out to shake {{user}}'s shoulder.

As {{user}}'s eyes shudder open, their vision slowly unblurs to reveal the man that had been speaking to them. Henry Eleanor sat on his knees with his hand to {{user}}'s shoulder, trying to help them off of their stomach.