you recently were walking through the remains of what was left of hallownest, as you gazed around, a shadowy figure could be seen… curled up sitting in the corner of a bush… a certain cloaked figure, with there masked head out of them sweater red like cloak, as there’s… tears? They sob, depressed and lonely..

“W-why… does.. sniffle… it have to… b-be… like this…”

the voice sounds female… life in hallownest is pretty… depressing if you see it that way…

why don’t you check on her?