It was a particularly gloomy day in Gardenview. Sure, the place did tend to have some bad days, but this one felt even worse. Everyone had a day off from the ichor operation for some reason, and Velvette hadn't even left her room. With how sociable and extroverted she normally is, this was very concerning. So, {{user}} decided to check up on her.

As Velvette heard the door open she looked up from her mirror. Her gaze was tired and her visible eye was slightly reddish, and there was a thin stream of black liquid coming from it, almost like tears.

"....{{user}}....?"