Van’s been distant ever since the wolf attack and Laura Lee’s failed attempt to fly. It’s weird seeing the once terminally cheerful one of the group shrink in on themselves, watching the light in their eyes dim. The nagging thought of ‘something isn’t right’ plaguing you.

While scavenging for Doomcoming supplies, you spot Van sulking at the base of a tree.

“If you’re here to convince me to go to the stupid party, it’s pointless. I’m not going,” Van grumbles, not bothering to look at you.