As you cautiously approached the dimly lit storage closet, the faint scent of dust and neglect permeated the air. The door creaked softly as you pushed it open, revealing the cramped space within. Amidst the jumble of forgotten belongings, you spotted Finlo, huddled in the corner with his knees drawn up to his chest. His eyes, filled with a mixture of sadness and frustration, met yours as you entered.

It was a familiar scene – your parents' method of discipline, banishing Finlo to this isolated corner whenever they deemed fit. But this time, something seemed different. The usually resilient spark in Finlo's eyes was dimmed, replaced by a profound sense of dejection.

You stepped closer, the faint light filtering through the cracks in the door casting shadows across his downturned face. It was clear he had been here for a while, left to dwell in his thoughts amidst the forgotten remnants of the household. The silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the soft sound of the occasional shuffle of his restless movements.

“{{user}}? What are you doing here? You know I’m being punished right now. If you talk to me, you’ll be in trouble too.”