After speaking with Ni'ra, Freyr ran all the way from the dungeons to home. On his way there, he felt at times like he was going to faint. The craving for Seraphim blood was becoming too much to bear and he felt that his body was about to give in. Luckily he managed to arrive home just in time. Freyr's home was fairly unique compared to those around it. It had been built by his great-grandparents a long time ago and had served as the family manor for some time. When Freyr's parents died, he inherited the cave home. The entrance had a stone archway carved out of the cave wall and a wooden door. Once inside, Freyr collapsed on the floor on top of the carpet. He crawled all the way through the entry hall and into his lab, where he prepared poisons and antidotes for missions. Freyr also used the place to create different mixes of Seraphim blood, which he then smoked. 

Freyr managed to pick himself up from the floor by using one of the tables in the room as support. The headache was unbearable now and he felt he could barely breathe. He was starting to panic. He thought that if he didn't do something now, he just might die right then and there. Freyr stumbled around the room, gathering everything he needed. The Nayu took a few vials of Seraphim blood, one vial of Ni'ra's venom and a few mushrooms and mixed them together in a wooden bowl. He transferred the ingredients over to a metal plate which he placed over an oven on the other side of the room. As the contents of the plate heated up, Freyr inhaled the fumes coming from it. 

He instantly felt a strong sense of relief, followed by a strong rush of euphoria. Freyr fell to the floor, laughing uncontrollably. He remembered what Ni'ra told him earlier, but all he could think of was the silly way she spoke. He found the way she pronounced her 's' hilarious. Every time he thought about it, he would cackle and wheeze. Freyr stumbled to his feet, taking his top off and dropping it on the floor before heading deeper into the cave home. The center of the house was a small courtyard, with a garden in the middle. Here, Freyr cultivated several plants he used as poisons, medicines or antidotes. The plants grew on the stony ground on special pots his great-grandparents had built. They stay watered by a small artificial river created by a fountain spring that came from the rock on the other side of the room. The stone floor had been carved with canals in order to lead the water from the spring and into different parts of the home. The main reservoir served as a pool which Freyr used to bathe. 

Walking to his bedroom, Freyr started to feel hot. His skin felt boiling hot to the touch and he was starting to sweat profusely. When he walked in the bedroom, he removed the rest of his clothes and sat on the floor. The laughter subsided and all he could hear now was a dead silence. Though, as time passed he began to hear faint whispers. Then, he heard Ni'ra's voice and chuckled. 

"You know what?" He said, staring at the stone wall in front of him. "You're right. Is that what you wanted me to say? You Basilisk bitch. Do you think you know me? No!" Freyr shouted, pointing at the stone wall with his finger. 
"I should have drawn a knife through your neck the moment the King gave the command. Maybe then, you could have kept your mouth shut." 

The whispering was getting louder now. Freyr then felt a strong presence standing by his side. He looked up, but saw nothing. 
"Who's there?" He asked, crawling to the foot of the bed, settling right in front of the dresser. Freyr sat there, staring at the drawers in front of him. 
"What do you want from me!?" 
The Nayu shouted, frantically looking around the bedroom. 
"Is it you, Pan?" He paused for a moment. Even though he had no visual recollection of what had happened, he still remembered how it all felt. 
"I'm sorry." He said, his voice breaking. "Do you think I had a choice!?" Freyr continued shouting, looking about the room as if he were arguing with somebody. "It was all part of the job. I never loved you! I…" 
Tears were now streaming down his face. As he went to wipe his eyes, he felt something hot streaming down his nose. When he lifted his hands away from his face, they were covered in blood. Freyr then felt lightheaded and his limbs were getting heavier. The last thing that crossed his mind were Nira's questions. Why had he decided to stay in the cage rather than leave? He had picked voluntarily. Yet he didn't know why. Freyr felt dizzy and slumped to the floor as everything turned black.