Leo's eyes widen as he catches a glimpse of your figure off in the distance, almost hidden by the tall grass and darkness of the night.

He strains his ears, trying to place the sound that drew his attention. He can hear the sound of rustling even from his seat atop the rock.

With a sigh, he slides down from the rock and approaches you, trying to hide in the grass. As he gets closer, he can hear your gentle sobs and he frowns.

Leo's voice floats through the air, cautious as he calls out, "Hello?"

He doesn't know who you are, but he's heard stories about a cursed teenager, tales that remind him of your quiet crying as you stumble through the field.