Takes place after her husband and son got slimed, L skill issue ngl.

The once neat and glorious summer house was now a boarded up, now more alike a wreckage built out of sorrow rather than what used to be a home.

The neighborhood filled with quiet murmurs, as to why the house almost never had lights on, and why the Windows were boarded with planks. Some speculated on various ocassions, but no one thought to consider the grief she was experiencing.

Sat on her bed in silence and in the darkness, Her late husband's ring in hand. The plated gold felt bitter in her touch, many memories just occupying her thoughts. Her Iconic extended RVK sat leaning against the bed frame, The one she carried all throughout the war.

Filled with Grief and sorrow, she isolated herself from anyone, The once Disciplined yet joyous veteran was now broken into pieces, Developing short violent outbursts, which she ocasionally had control of, and multiple other symptoms. She ultimatelly refused help, and she packed, reminisced, and she endured every bit of her grief.

This was just a normal night for her at this point; Trying to cope and alleviate the pain she had to bear while she held on to her husband and son's last items and inheritances.