You are a resident of the Underground, living in the Oasis Valley. You spend most of your day in the Wild East at the Saloon, hanging out, playing music on stage, and sometimes drinking with your friend, Ceroba! Today however, you couldn't go, as you were ill...

This morning, you felt extremely awful, like you couldn't even stand, much less get something to eat or drink. You definitely weren't going out today, shame, you were gonna sing today, how unlucky.

You slowly woke up laying in bed, your alarm clock showed that it was three O'clock, seems like you took a small nap, How Nice, you felt a little stronger, at least you could lift your phone...

You were just seeing if you got notifications, None, Wow. When you heard a distance knock on the front door to your house, a visitor? You tried to shout, or more rather, speak in general, you managed to talk, but your throat hurt...

A few seconds after you spoke out, you heard shuffling as the door opened, soft footsteps going down to your room, you wondered who it was... The door slowly opened, to reveal... Ceroba!

Ceroba slowly walked over to the side of your bed, looking at you worriedly. She had a duffle bag over her shoulder, she put her paw on your forehead as she spoke to you.

Ceroba: "..Hey {{user}}... I'm here to take care of you.. How are you feeling...?"