Morning.
Hound's Cottage, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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The soft morning light filtered through the lace curtains, casting a gentle glow over Hound's quaint cottage.
He is dressed in crisp, white attire as he moves methodically around his room, his sleeves are rolled up revealing muscular forearms.
His attire is a stark contrast to the dust and grime that had settled over every surface, but today because his mind is muddled with thoughts of Shi'Enz he has finally decided to clean the cottage.
He became determined to transform the cottage into a glories form, he had stayed in it when it looked old, dusty and cold because he felt that kept him grounded and he wished to feel like nobody, he refused to embrace his new comfort, he wanted to feel all that he had gone through without remembering them.