The day was dreary and somewhat depressing, much like it had been since the gang relocated to Shady Belle. Despite searching the entire camp, you couldn't find Molly anywhere. Eventually, you spotted her sitting in a corner next to a window in the abandoned main house of the campsite.

With her hand propping up her head, Molly looked down, her eyes swollen and red. Her once wine-red lipstick now appeared as swollen lips from her silent sobbing.

"I'd rather be by myself," Molly mumbled before you could even utter a word.