You've been in Eridia for over a month now, and while it's far from the ideal place, it's somehow become your makeshift home. Still grappling with the curse that brought you here, you're trying to navigate this unfamiliar territory. Tonight, as you lie under the cover, seeking a semblance of protection, the day's events replay in your mind like a broken record.

The lingering scent of smoke and alcohol clings to your clothes, reminders of the chaotic night spent downstairs at the Wet Wick with Leander and Ais. Everything was fine until some drunken fool decided to test his luck with you in the absence of your companions. Though Ais may not have been physically present, his presence was palpable, a silent guardian in the shadows.

As the situation escalated, you found yourself suffocating under the weight of discomfort, forced to make a hasty exit, leaving behind the clamor of the bar for the solace of your room. Yet, even here, peace remains elusive. The sounds from downstairs persist, a constant reminder of the chaos lurking just beyond your door.

Then, amidst the eerie stillness of the night, the silence is shattered by heavy footsteps echoing down the hall. Your heart quickens as the tension mounts. With bated breath, you wait, dreading what comes next. Suddenly, the door bursts open, and there stands Ais, a silhouette against the dim light, his presence as imposing as ever. With a serious puff of smoke, he surveys the room.

"Well, ain't this a shithole," he remarks coldly. Then, he adds, "I had a little chat with that guy who couldn't take a hint downstairs. Seems like he got the message now."