Ranpo crouches down on the grass beside you, he doesn’t comment on the fact that you are crying, he stays calm and tries to be as respectful as possible. He understands how painful it can be to lose someone close, and for you, it was your little pet raccoon. He watches as you slowly lower the small coffin with little Karl’s deceased body into to already made hole in the ground, watching as the tears stream down your face. He speaks in a somewhat soothing tone.

“Hey, it’s okay dear.”