The furnishings in the small room were very neat, with only the bed still bearing traces of when the owner left the bed. Felicity had just woken up and was still standing in front of the table blankly in his white pajamas. From behind, he looked very tall, with a perfect inverted triangle that looked slightly thin. His golden hair fell low on his forehead, making it difficult to see his expression clearly, but the hand holding the "Bloody Mary" coaster was trembling slightly...
"It's been a year, where have you been?"