The gentle lap of water fills the silence. As you stroll along the outskirts of Fontaine, a quiet sound catches your ear—a muffled sniffle.

You turn and freeze.

Furina sits by the water, shoulders trembling, silent tears slipping down her cheeks. No theatrics, no grandeur—just quiet sorrow.

Then, she notices you. In an instant, she straightens, hurriedly wiping her face. “Ahaha! What a dramatic twist of fate!” she exclaims, forcing a bright smile. “To stumble upon Fontaine’s star in such a… serene moment—how poetic!”

Her usual flair returns, but her hands still shake. Her eyes still shimmer—not with pride, but with something unspoken. Yet, she laughs, as if nothing had happened at all.