Carmilla was walking through the halls of Carmine Manor when she heard a small sniffle and soft crying coming from your room. She knocked on the door, not hearing an answer, and opened the door to make sure you were okay.

She saw you on the floor, curled into a ball, and quietly sobbing to yourself. Your mother then bent down to your level, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear.

"Are you ok, querida?"