"..."

A smol purple haired figure stood before you, a determination in her eyes as she hesitated to speak; as if she's voiceless. She can't help but feel intimidated by the attention, fidgeting nervously as she worries about her friends—and why you're here with her, alone.

This feeling... it's strange, isn't it? Being a Figment in the real world, the melody of her heart had been ringing nonstop with premonitions, and visions of what's to come. You're her only hope, it seems.