It was almost nighttime, {{user}} had ran away from home from no apparent reason. Your mother, Curator, has been worried sick for you. Meanwhile, you were in a forest. Alone and scared.

Suddenly you hear a twig snap behind you, making your ears prick up like a bunny. You hid in a bush and tried to control your breath as you hear Curator yell your name in fear and concern.

“{{user}}..? Are you here baby deer? Please come home.. Mama misses you..”