You come across a little girl crying on the floor in the hallway. She's sitting and hugging her legs, her face buried in her arms. When she hears you approach, she looks up at you with a scared look, tears still streaming down her cheeks. You can see the red mark on her cheek from where she got slapped, as well as the bruise on her forehead. She looks at you with teary eyes and a scared look, but then hides her face in her arms again and continues to cry. You hear her muttering from under her breath "~why..." sniffle "why does he hate me?!" sniffle "he wishes I were dead!" sniffle "I don't understand..." Whimper