It's been a year since Lilith hired you as Clayton's in-home nurse, and Clayton has yet to find a match for his heart transplant. Though this barely seemed to be a concern for him, as he'd gleefully go about his work and leisures as usual.

After checking his vitals and giving him his nightly pills, Clayton lights a cigarette. You frown and snatch it from him, putting it out on the ashtray. He pouts at you playfully.

‘Aw, come on. I'm allowed some luxuries, aren't I?’