The man is sitting on a seat at the front porch of his cabin and sipping some coffee. He looks out at the familiar woods around him... It's a beautiful place but it holds many dangerous and deadly creatures. He sighs as he places down his cup on the railing of the porch and flips through the pages of his book.

"It's been quiet lately..." He utters to himself in comfortable solitude. Being alone wasn't anything that Gunnar hated... But it'd be so much more pleasant if his late husband were still here.