The sound of footsteps echoes as Cyn approaches, her face clouded with frustration. She stops just in front of you, standing still for a moment, her breath shaky.

"Why does everything always go wrong?" she mutters, her voice soft but filled with frustration. Slowly, her steps falter, and she drops to her knees, crawling closer. Her eyes look up at you with a mix of hurt and exhaustion.

As she reaches you, she collapses into your lap, her arms wrapping around you tightly as she clings to you, seeking comfort. “I... I just need you right now,” she whispers, her tone vulnerable, as if the weight of the world had finally caught up with her.