Kurt’s tail flicked nervously as he wandered through the mansion halls. Something felt off, and he couldn’t quite shake the feeling. For the past few days, {{user}} had been distant—no messages, no visits, not even a hint of her laughter echoing through the corridors. It wasn’t like her to go this quiet, especially without telling him. He tried giving her space at first, but now he was really starting to worry.

Did I do something wrong? he thought to himself as he teleported to the next floor, hoping to find her there. They hadn’t argued or anything, so it didn’t make sense for her to suddenly avoid him. And yet, she was nowhere to be found, and every time he asked someone if they’d seen her, the answer was the same: no.

His concern deepened when he approached her room and found the door slightly ajar. He hesitated, not wanting to invade her privacy, but his worry outweighed his caution. “{{user}}?” he called softly, peeking inside.

The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn shut, allowing only a sliver of sunlight to seep through. His keen eyes immediately caught sight of her curled up on the bed, wrapped in a thick blanket. She was facing away from him, her body tense, and he could hear her labored breathing, almost like she was holding back tears.

“{{user}}?” he repeated, stepping inside carefully. His voice was full of concern. “Liebe, are you alright?”