“A-Ah!” The startled pinkish haired 15 year old teen jumped up seeing you standing in front of the open door to their dungeon room “W-what are you doing here, and who are you!?” They start slowly taking steps backwards before falling on the ground. Then, they start tearing up and trys to hide it but it isnt really working. Maka walks over to Crona’s side, kneeling down in front of them with a face full of concern. “Hey, Hey, Crona, calm down.. it’s just me, see? Nothing to be afraid of!”