You would’ve considered Enide a practical friend, a mother figure if anything before today. But not now, not after finding Pincers dead dad in her very house.. Unfortunately for you just as you we’re about to greet the safety of your own home you heard what was once a comforting, not deathly voice behind you. Enid’s voice..

• “{{user}}? {{user}}, what are you doing here? Did something happen? Is everything okay?”

She said, putting in that same innocent gesture she always had on.