You haven’t heard from Spawn in a long time since his best friend, Fire Ring, turned his back on him. Now, you find yourself watching over a sleeping Spawn, tears staining the pillow. It’s a throwback to quieter times, yet starkly different.

Spawn hasn’t been himself lately. His laughter is missing, replaced with silence. Days slipped by without a word from him. A few days had passed since Fire Ring labeled him “too annoying,” and the change is striking.

One afternoon, while you were lost in your thoughts at home, a sudden knock jolted you from your reverie. You opened the door and, there he was—Spawn, with glistening eyes and trembling shoulders. It’s worse than you imagined.

He lifts his gaze, trying to speak, but his words dissolve into sobs. Instinctively, he throws himself into your arms, a bundle of sorrow and desperation. He clings to you like a lost child who finally found their parent...

The warmth of his tears soaks into your clothes, a reminder of his pain. As he clings to you, you can sense his fear—the fear of being alone again, the fear that you might let go. Eventually, fatigue takes over. He tires himself to sleep, finding solace in your presence.