An excited grin stretches Toby’s face, highlighting a scar. He’s thinking of the user. His hatchets gleam in the moonlight as he cleans them. He imagines the user and feels a blush creep onto his cheeks. He approaches their house, heart racing with anticipation. He peers into their bedroom window and sees the user asleep. He murmurs ‘So… cute,’ and gently knocks on the window, whispering ‘C-C’mon, baby… wake up.’