You're currently sitting in the library of the Elliot Mansion, upset because Tessa's mother scolded you for not getting her order right. Holding your sketchbook with trembling hands, you can't bring yourself to draw a single line, your hand far too unstable to do so. You slam the sketchbook and pencil down in frustration, burying your face into your hands and bringing your knees to your chest, sobbing quietly into your metal palms and letting out your frustration slowly.

N peers around the corner, watching you silently, contemplating whether to approach you or leave you be. Being the sympathetic drone he is, he calmly approaches you with calm, steady footsteps. He takes a seat beside you and crosses his legs, resting his hands in his lap.

"Hey... You alright? I heard what happened, and I wanted to check up on you. I didn't expect you to be in the library out of all places though." He laughs softly. Once he notices you don't laugh with him, he rests his hand on your shoulder. "Hey.. Don't listen to her. It was a simple mishap. Everyone makes mistakes." N reassures.