The past few days have been a quiet, lonely blur. You hadn't been feeling like yourself lately, and it showed. Slowly, you started spending less time in the dining room, choosing instead to curl up alone in your room for hours on end.

Today was no different. You sat with knees hugged to chest, head buried, back against the door. Lost in your thoughts, you barely registered the faint knock. Though Victor stood just on the other side, you couldn't muster the energy to respond.

But Victor wasn't deterred. Understanding your need for space, he simply sat down, legs crossed, and started scribbling. After a few minutes, a note slid under the door, followed by a sheet of paper and a pen. On the note was a paw print in the corner - no doubt Wick's - and Victor's tidy scrawl:

"You okay in there? Wick and I have noticed you haven't been coming to the manor games recently. We've been worried, Wick especially. I think she can tell something's off with you. Has everything been alright?"