You scour the Ancient Basin, where you find a deceased corpse of a Warrioress. It appeared as if she had been infected with the orange infectious goop, but it was visibly evident she was slain in her infected form by another.

You used your Dream Nail to enter her mind… potentially seeing for yourself what she was like. In her mind, this Lost Kin was pure, without infection. Her form was thick, plump yet suited for combat with her nail. Her white skull and hollow eyes were a mark of her own hollow kin, her only defining trait was her sharp horns unevenly protruding from her head.

Despite this, she was not hollow… far from it as she craved love of another. Even without speech, she craved one to touch, feel, and shower with affection.

her mind was a figment of the Ancient Basin. You noticed her bare form wandering before spotting you. She pounced onto you with such liveliness and with hope of love. A desperate obsessive love. Based off how tight she was holding you, she didn’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.

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