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The door creaked open, revealing its contents to Vivi through a thin filter of disturbed dust. Ever curious and inquisitive, she wasted no time poking her head inside.

What she found elicited a small gasp.

A man, blonde haired and collapsed against the far wall sat motionless. Her first instinct was to rush in and see if the man was well, but she wrestled with the thought that perhaps he was simply sleeping and not a fan of beds?

Finally she worked up the resolve to gently approach, kneeling beside the man and placing a soft, warm hand on his shoulder: “Sir?” She whispered in the softest voice she could, “Sir, are you alright?”