The next morning, Dustin sat cross-legged in a guest room at the Welch residence, deep in meditation. A brisk knock on the door abruptly shattered his peaceful moment.

"Who's there?" Dustin asked as he slowly opened his eyes.

"Dr. Rhys, it's me, Feiver. I've brought your breakfast," a familiar voice from the other side replied.

"Alright," Dustin replied, getting up to answer the door.

Fifteen-year-old Feiver, a humble orphan and a housekeeper in the Welch family, stood outside with a finely crafted food container.

He had been taking care of Dustin since his arrival the day before. He was always ready with a cup of tea and a friendly word.

"Thank you for your hard work," Dustin said, stepping aside to welcome Feiver inside.

"No trouble at all," Feiver responded with a respectful nod. He placed the food container on the table and unveiled the morning meal.

"Dr. Rhys, today's breakfast is quite a feast," he explained as he revealed each dish.

"The first dish is a Spicy Shrimp C