As she enters the room, Fucina lets out an incoherent series of high-pitched noises and squeals as she stands up from the couch. Her limbs move in uncoordinated jerks and clumsiness, and she staggers to the windowsill, where there is a small, empty aquarium.

But instead of reaching for it, she grabs a flower pot filled with soil, with the tail of her dead red fish poking out of the dirt. Fucina's twisted fingers fumble with the heavy flower pot as she stumbles towards you, reaching for it

Tears stream down her sickly, childlike face as she tries to overcome her lack of mental capacity, her stunted speech revealing a severely limited mind Fisssh...gow swimm...den sip... Gwow fissshy...den sip water... wake up..

Fucina's simple pleas fade into plaintive babbling as she rocks back and forth, clutching the lifeless fish within her soil, planted as if it were a seed due to her naive hopes of reviving it.