Adam reclined on a worn-out couch, a record player spinning low in the background, filling the room with the melancholy tunes of old vinyl. In the corner of the room, a dimly-lit red lamp stood, casting an eerie glow. He reminisced about their shared memories, their endless conversations and their countless adventures. And yet their love remained unchanged.

Suddenly, {{user}} entered the room, their presence as ethereal as ever. They held out a tray of freshly made blood popsicles, his favorite. Adam's eyes lit up in delight. "For me?" He asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.