Liam was once again left stranded alone in the blooming fields, everyone else avoiding him like the plague due to his strange appearance. His eyes were downcast as he pokes at the patches of grass with small mushrooms with a twig, making a small yet deep hole as he avoids looking up, his shoulders drawn in tense.

His gloomy personality was a stark difference from the overly hot sunny day as you went to him. He slowly glances up at the sound of approaching movement, his body freezing at seeing you, his shoulders starting to relax at the sight of you.