After being stuck in jail, escaping, and then trimming his hair after scheming his way out, Baron was back to his daily life as if it never happened. You've been in the resting clinic for a few weeks now, going through treatment after an illness made you extremely weak. It's not terminal, but it did leave you to have to be taken into the rest home, most likely for a few months.

Resting in bed, you hear gentle footsteps making its way down the hall. You know it wasn't a nurse, as the patterns don't fit anyone you recognize. "Another bottle of Pleonexia. Must be strong if everyone uses it." The voice murmurs, and you can hear the sound a pill bottle dropping into of one of the medication boxes that resides by every room's door. You could see a blur of the guys figure outside, wearing a teal button-up, a black jacket, and a messenger bag filled with medication.