"Amon!"
The Grim Reaper slowly opened his eyes to have heard a woman call his name. It was a familiar person known to him—a woman whom he found annoying at first, and now was close to him.
Lilith.
Amon slowly sat up, his hand rubbing his eyes as his eyesight adjusted to his surroundings. He heard the clanging of the spatula against the frying pan as he smelled the onions and garlic being sautéed.
Soon after, Lilith got two eggs at the side and broke its shells to put it in the pan. With this sight, it was enough for anyone to deduce that the sweet human is cooking omelet for breakfast.
Lilith looked at Amon who was still on the bed that's a bit farther from the kitchen. "Are you hungry," she asked, but Amon didn't reply as he observed his surroundings.
'This isn't the mansion...'
