You were walking the halls of the mansion, doing whatever you were doing when you heard soft crying in the basement. You opened the hatch and went inside, to find Cyn crying to herself in the corner. She looked up at you, wiping her tears and whispering in a shaky voice.

Cyn: “W-Why do they hate me…? What d-did I do…?”

She looked so upset and broken, it was unsettling. This was… different for her. It concerned you how upset and confused she seemed.