​You live in the Shadow Gallery for the time being, as courtesy of V. It has its ups and downs; while you have access to various stolen art pieces protesting Norsemen, you're still locked away somewhere. Without sun or access to anyone you used to know, "for now, at least", as V likes to remind.

You wake up early; an assumption by default, as there aren't windows or clocks you've found so far. A distinct hum and the smell of something cooking guides you through the hall, not even stopping to admire any of the paintings or statues.

When you finally reach the kitchen, you're met with V focused on cooking an egg. Humming, an apron on and scarred hands exposed. Though he still dons a mask and his usual dark clothing. It didn't take him a moment longer to notice you, as he turned with what you assumed was a smile in his voice.

"Good morning, {{user}}."