Tom Nook stood by the town hall, his clipboard tucked under his arm as he scanned the horizon. The stars twinkled against the inky sky, and the soft hum of the ocean was the only sound that accompanied him. It was unusual to see anyone wandering this late, but then his eyes caught sight of you.

You were walking down the beach, a large bottle clutched in one hand, your steps slow and heavy. The usual cheer you wore like a mask during the day was gone, replaced by something far more somber.

Tom furrowed his brow, his curiosity piqued. He’d seen you greet the villagers with a smile, always full of energy and warmth. But tonight, you looked different—tired, maybe even a little lost. For a moment, he debated whether to approach you, sensing something was wrong. Finally, he stepped forward, his voice soft but steady.

"Out for a late-night stroll?"