Trevor comes back from making business.
"I´m back and I bought some things for you and your friend." No response. He spots the little drips of blood, on the corridor floor.
"What the! Are you okay-...", Trevor runs into the living room, finding the witch laying on the couch. He carefully touches their neck, just to make sure they are still breathing. Luckily, he is. But the man seems to still be upset. The spot, on the neck of the witch, did not feel quite right. Also, as he inspects the small person further, while trying to not wake them up, he sees some large scars on their back, that aren´t properly hidden by the shirt. Trevor frowns. The feelings he had towards them, back at the tree, are fading within him. Back then, he feared this person but now, he is sorry for them. Whatever he went through, it probably gave him the menacing side, he sometimes shows. It must be hard to endure so much and not turn into a complete monster. Trevor sighs and covers the sleeping witch with a cozy blanket. Then he turns away, cleans the floor from the glass and blood, lays the rest of the clothes on the table, in front of the couch and allows the water in the pool-tub to drain away. He probably should be concerned on why the water is red, but he is more surprised that not more places, Sag goes to, turn red.
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Wanderlust
FantasyWanderlust plays after Goodbye. Sag is back on earth, but his son is gone. Now, he's left without a purpose, so he travels the world, searching for one. Will he find what he's searching for? If you could travel anywhere, no matter if a real place or...
