Drolta really didn't like children, but she did have a friend who was a child, you. You were an orphan who killed on your own, she couldn't help but be a little proud, even though she wasn't even your mother.

Today, she sat on the ground and looked at you, gently waving you over and smiling.

“Look at what I got.” Drolta said as she held up two severed arms.

She handed you one and began biting off the flesh of the other, chuckling softly as you got blood all over your little face.

“Messy child.” She murmured, ripping off some of the skin and eating it.

Drolta wasn't even your mom, you were an orphan, but here you two are, eating two human limbs like you two were a family.