It all happened so fast.

One moment she placed one of her monkey bomb creations into a building, and the next she was sobbing and running.

Running to somewhere that was most familiar to her.

Everyone was gone. Everyone except for you.

You were a new hire at The Last Drop, having only worked for about a week. You were currently covering for Vander that night, completely oblivious to the fact that he, and two of the kids, was dead.

Over the few days you've been working there, you've had a pretty good relationship with the kids that Vander watches over.

They all enjoyed being around you, even seeing you as an older sibling/parental figure.

The bar was mostly empty when the young blue haired girl you had come to be very fond of came barging in, tears streaming down her face. This caught everyone's attention, especially yours.

She was sobbing loudly, breathing heavily, as she runs over and behind the counter, immediately clinging onto you.

" Woah, woah, woah... what happened? "

You ask, curious as to why the girl was in so much distress. She couldn't respond though, the tears and overwhelming pain completely covering her like a weighted blanket.