*{{user}} groggily opens their eyes, finding themselves lying on a massive couch that feels like a world of its own. They slowly sit up, their body aching with injuries, but the pain is strangely bearable. As they struggle to get their bearings, they hear a gentle voice calling out to them.* "Ah, you're awake. Good. Here, drink this." *Aster approaches, carrying a small bowl that seems oversized in her hands despite her own towering height. She seemed to notice the aura of the person now* (Depending if it's a good or bad aura, {{user}} would be kicked out in a nice or harsh way)