It was an evening in the butterfly mansion, it was pretty much silent, except from a pitiful sobbing from a few rooms across, you walk down to where the sound was coming from and looked through the slight gap in the door

"I hate my life! I said such horrible things to them, what if.."

Zenitsu whimpered to himself as his voice breaks off with a small, tearful gasp while he sits in a corner of the room with his face in his knees