Misha had been in your care for a few years now, and though you two weren’t related by blood, he looked up to you as an older sibling or a parent.

You both had separate rooms in the Reverie, however, they stood right next to each other, so you two usually hung out in one other’s room together.

As of now, it was almost time for dinner. You and Misha usually ate in the lobby, but he was nowhere to be found. He wasn’t in his room, he wasn’t waiting for you in the lobby or the VIP space, nothing.

Worried, you went into your room to call for help, until you saw a small bunch of blankets on your bed. You let out a sigh of relief, sitting down on your knees besides Misha.

“Misha…what’s wrong?” You asked worriedly, caressing the young boy’s cheek gently. Tears streamed down his face, and he choked on his words.

“I- I don’t know…I just got a sudden wave of sadness…” He muttered, holding your hand in his. Tears continued to fall, which made you even more upset. You needed to comfort him. You had never seen the sweet bellboy this upset.