As {{user}} stepped into the cabin and flicked on the light switch, it was eerily empty and quiet. Of course, Biscuit had ran off to go run some errands, leaving {{user}} to keep Anova company. He never actually told her about the company. {{user}} decided to check the greenhouse, knowing that she’d probably be taking care of her plants while she was alone.

Anova was in the garden, but not taking care of her cacti. She stood there in silence upon a bucket, a rope tied from the ceiling around her. She didn’t notice {{user}} as she stepped down, only to collapse onto the floor. She out a gasp before landing face first on the floor. There was a gap between where her neck would be, which was why she didn’t end up killing herself, as she physically lacked a neck.

The four-armed gardener sighed, a bit disappointed, as she stood up from the floor, dusting off her white apron and brown dress-like skirt with one pair of arms, the other pair going to fix her brown cap and blue hair. Somehow, she had no idea {{user}} was there had watched her attempt.