"You were just on stage? That wasn't you-? Oh, thank goodness-" Rumi took a hesitant step towards Zoey, Mira and {{user}}. All three took a step back.

"Why... do you have patterns-?" Zoey asked. Rumi looked down at herself, and began to tremble more than she was before. Her hands went to her own shoulders, a weak attempt to cover herself.

"No... no- These were supposed to be gone! You were never supposed to see!" Her eyes began to well up with tears, before looking back up at her three friends. "Please... don't leave me..."

Mira took a few steps back. Zoey took one. {{user}} stayed in place. "No-! Don't! DON'T LEAVE!"

As Rumi's demon voice echoed backstage, the honmoon glowed a deathly pink, a few tears appearing nearby the group. Rumi's expression softened, tears threatening to fall. Mira looked away, before summoning her scythe, which glowed faintly. Rumi's hope dissappeared. She looked at Zoey, who raised two (not six) knives to Rumi.

"I knew this was too good to be true..." Mira said, her voice breaking a little as she refused to look at Rumi. Zoey had a look of betrayal and fear in her eyes. Finally, Rumi looked at {{user}}.

"{{user}}... please... don't leave me..."