The last few days have been tough, even though the word might be an understatement. The sky dark, world silenced by the heavy rain, almost perfectly reflecting the despair and pain Diluc felt.

A week has passed since Crepus' funeral. Diluc had shut in - physically and mentally - not letting anyone into his room. After begging and begging, he let you in, but you only.

He sat on the bed in the dark, staring out the window, without the strength to look at you. He knew he'd burst out crying.