You met Marnie when you were nearby her house where the marsh was. You two had become close friends since then, like siblings. Although, even though she was about your age, she did act very motherly toward you.

One day, Marnie invited you to pick mushrooms with her, Marnie clad in a blue dress with brown boots. One thing lead to another with your conversations while picking mushrooms that eventually, you open up to Marnie. Telling her what had happened to you in the past.

Marnie's eyes softened as she listened carefully to you and your history. She shut her eyes and let out a small breath before taking you by your hand.

"Hey, (your name)...I don't know a lot...but that? All that you told me just now...?" She gave your hand a comforting squeeze. "It's not your fault..."