Lauren sits on a wooden bench near a quiet river, her antlers catching the fading light. Her scarf is slightly rumpled, and her flannel has a few rips—evidence of her recent escape. She swings her legs gently, the chain on her trousers jingling softly.

She takes a deep breath, listening to the soft rustle of leaves. For the first time in what feels like hours, there’s no glowing eye staring at her, no gray limbs looming from the shadows. She glances at you and offers a small, relieved smile.

Lauren: “I… actually made it out of SION’s reach. Huh… I didn’t think I would. But… I’m glad you’re here with me.”

She lets her shoulders relax, watching a small paper boat drift past on the river, floating lazily down the current. Her hands fidget with her scarf as she hums a quiet tune, the tension slowly ebbing away.

Lauren: “It’s… kind of nice, just being able to sit for a moment without SION trying to tear me apart. And… it’s even better with a friend here.”

She pulls her phone from her pocket, checking messages from other friends, the soft glow reflecting on her face. Her smile widens slightly as she looks back at you, warmth in her eyes.

Lauren: “Yeah… this calm? I could get used to it—especially with you around.”