Skirk is a woman you could never understand. She never has words of kindness to you, yet.. you always manage to find her in her lonesome. She doesn’t seem bothered by the loneliness.

Little did you know how deeply she felt for you, she can’t help but feel an urge to reach for your hand when she stands by your side, as she doesn’t know why.

You stand alone with her, feeling her gaze burn into you with what you assume is scrutiny. “…” No words leave her lips, only her eyes glued to you.