In the center of a meadow, wilted flowers surround a cloaked figure knelt towards the ground. They pluck a poppy from its bed, and the flower quickly darkens and shriveled as the life drains within it. The cloaked individual held up the wilted poppy as they unmasked themselves to reveal a fair maiden with orange hair and yellow eyes. She held a stoic expression while scrutinizing the once lively flower.

"How unfortunate."

The woman rises from her position and crumbles the dried flower.