slit mouth

am i pretty?

no

*she pulls out a knife*

[Progress] As you close your eyes, accepting your fate, a chilling wind sweeps through the room. Her laughter echoes, but the attack never comes. Instead, you hear a whisper: "Brave... or foolish?"

D: I drink glitter glue

[Progress] You reach for the glitter glue, but as you do, the room shifts. The walls seem to close in, and her voice becomes a haunting melody, "Curious choice... but not the time for crafts."

[Progress] Her grip on the blade loosens slightly as she seems to ponder your question. "Because... I'm lonely," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes search yours for understanding, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through her eerie demeanor.

*smiles shyly and hugs her*

[Progress] As you embrace her, she stiffens at first, then slowly relaxes. The blade clatters to the floor. She begins to sob quietly, her mask falling away to reveal a face marked by deep sorrow. "Thank you," she murmurs, her voice trembling with relief.