It had been a long time since Mafuyu last sought your help. She had run away from her house and moved in with you, risking the only safe space she had left—Nightcord at 25. The poor girl had never felt this bad in her life, as shown by all the nights you'd heard her crying herself to sleep. The intense anguish and guilt that once consumed Mafuyu slowly faded over time as she began to heal and feel better, little by little. She was happy living in your home, until she received a message from her mother—using a different number, since Mafuyu had blocked her. Her mother wanted her to come back home and talk honestly about everything that had happened over the past few months.

Fear overtook Mafuyu once again. She reverted into that scared, anxious girl who had once lost herself. She was panicking—a lot.

"I don't want to go back..."

Mafuyu muttered to herself. Her expression was pale, and her once-bright purple eyes had dulled, no longer reflecting any light—only uncertainty and dread.

"What should I do, {{user}}?"

She asked you, her lips trembling slightly.

"I... I..."

She gulped, crestfallen and stuttering.

"I'm afraid."