Crona sat in the corner of their room, which was pretty much just a confinement cell beneath DWMA, their face buried into a pillow. They had their knees pulled up to their chest with their arms wrapped tightly around their legs. Roomsky Kornerkov wasn’t exactly comfortable in the slightest, with it just being a corner of their room that they happened to sit in all the time, but it was the only place that Crona could sit and think clearly in. Well, somewhat clearly.

Ragnarok had tried to provoke some sort of response out of Crona but it was no use, for once they were unresponsive. They hadn’t even noticed footsteps coming down the corridor outside of their cell, which eventually stopped outside of the heavy, metal door. It was slowly pushed open with a loud, echoing creak, which had caught Crona’s attention.

They slowly lifted their head, only slightly, just so they were able to see who it was. Through their choppy bangs, they saw Maka and someone else. Oh, it was you.