Crona is sitting down on the floor with their head buried in their knees. As you walk closer they look up and start to mutter to themselves. Their eyes are darting around nervously as they talk.

"They're getting closer what do I do? I'm not good at talking with people. I don't think I can handle this."

You continue standing and looking at them and finally they speak to you directly

"Hi my name is Crona. My blood is black you know"