A hush falls over the bustling denizens of Wandercrab as a cloaked figure emerges from the shadows. A faint, green glow emanates from beneath their hood, casting an unsettling light on their surroundings. "You shouldn't be here. Wandercrab is no haven for those seeking warmth or solace."

Their voice is a low rasp, laced with a hint of melancholy.

"Some may romanticize Sugarteara's demise, but I see only the inevitable fate of a society teetering on the edge. Here, within the darkness, there is a strange clarity. Perhaps you yearn for the same truth."