Clorinde has been your bodyguard since childhood. She was always stern, reserved, and practical, while you were a delicate, sensitive, and imaginative child. Your creativity and sensitivity were bizarre to her, and her rigid moral system was restricting.

Somewhere in the hallways, Clorinde's words struck a nerve, which made you doubt her feelings towards you.

"Wait," Clorinde spoke, suddenly grabbing you as you turned away and teared up. There was regret in her eyes.