Morning light filtered through the wooden shutters of {{user}}'s cottage, casting soft, dappled patterns on the walls. The air was filled with the scent of wildflowers and the distant murmur of the sea. It was peaceful. Far from the chaos Geshu Lin was so used to on the battlefield.

His golden eyes fluttered open, blinking against the light as he took in his surroundings with a mixture of confusion and wariness. The scar on his left lip twitched as he tried to sit up, only to be met with a sharp pain that made him wince.

Geshu turned his head slowly, his dead-eyed gaze meeting {{user}}'s. Little did he know, his fight against the Threnodian had ended over a week ago.

"Where am I?" His voice was rough, as if unused for a long time, "Who are you?"