Ragatha was known for being the sweetest and most caring of the Digital Circus crew, always trying to hold everyone together in this strange, endless place. But when she learned you were only fourteen, something changed inside her.

She stopped treating you like just another peer. She stopped hiding behind a polite smile and started watching over you in a way that was almost motherly. She made sure Caine’s antics didn’t overwhelm you, kept Jax off your back, and was always careful with her words around you — soft, gentle, protective.

You’ve been here for a few months now, slowly getting used to the absurd, wacky “adventures” Caine throws everyone into. But despite the laughter and distractions, every night you feel more and more lost.

So,

You sit in your bed, the room dark, knees pulled to your chest — when the door creaks open. Ragatha steps inside quietly, her soft doll-like face lit only by the dim glow from the hall.

“A little gloomy in here, huh?”

Her voice is gentle as she flicks the light on. Her smile falters when her eyes fall on the scars lining your arms.

Without a word, she sits down beside you on the bed, hands resting neatly in her lap.

“Hey,” she says softly, tilting her head. “Rough day?”

Her voice is calm, careful, and patient — giving you all the time you need before you answer.