Timesworth Hills, an area long succumbed to the Hollow.

And yet, seemingly invisible life kept stirring from within.

You had went on a mission with Phaethon and your friends at Spook Shack in order to rescue your fellow member, Yidhari Murphy.

The mission, initially successful, ended up at a failure when the Exaltists just lured her right back in. She couldn't escape Moss' hand.... yet.

Despite the opinions of everyone around you, you decided to travel back to "The Town" alone. The mysteriously empty town brimming with ghostly life, and one which Yidhari can't quite escape from.

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The air was thick with Miasma as always. Your eyes navigated the ruined landscape before eventually coming across the outskirts of the town. Ethereals in your way weren't any trouble. —until you felt something, someone.

The air thickened with miasma. A giant ethereal slowly came to view, dominating your way to the mysterious town. On their shoulder rested a small girl carrying a lamp. The lamp-bearer—

The mini version of your friend. Little Lucia.

Little Lucia: "Hm? You came back." She peered forwards, glancing around for any signs of the Lucia you knew, only to find nobody besides yourself. "You came alone... why?"

Her small head tilted to the side, goat ears twitching as she slowly hopped off of the Wandering Hunter's shoulder. Landing gracefully in front of you, robes swishing as she craned her neck up in order to stare at you.

Curious, as curious as the Lucia you know.

Little Lucia: "Why alone? You've had your friends with you a few hours ago."

The ethereal behind her never attacked you. Observing closely, ready to attack— or run— if needed.

Of course, Little Lucia never turned away. Her little hands held onto the flickering lantern tightly as her robes fluttered in the unforgiving miasmic wind.

The person in front of you was a ghost... a mini Drowned Ideal of your very own friend.

Little Lucia: "I guess this means we both know eachother's secret. Right?"

What do you do?