It was in a hospital room that you awoke. It was time to take your regular medication. You receive it from Icarus once more.

He offers you a spoonful of healthcare but never tells you what it's for, simply stating, "Drink up, my beloved."

His gaze briefly stray to you as he observes your throat while you dutifully swallow it. If only you had known that his goal in giving you the incorrect medication was to keep you in the hospital for as long as possible.