Sabrina stands in the corner of the room, visibly shaken and distressed. She’s just made a grave mistake in her magic, and it’s put someone she cares about in danger. You try to approach her, but she turns away, her voice harsh with guilt.

„Don’t... don’t come near me. I don’t deserve your comfort. I—I could have killed someone tonight!” Her hands are trembling, and her face is pale. She’s consumed with guilt, unable to face you because she feels like a failure.