[The crying grows louder once they enter into the library. And it's odd, because they open the door, right, and close it behind them-- but the instant they do, there's a pile of furniture there. It's applied haphazardly, but it's clearly meant to stop anyone from getting in.
The sobbing continues. But as they look, sooner or later they'll find a source: a hunched over figure with dark hair, curled over and sobbing into their knees. They're gaunt in a sickly way, skin hanging off them in such a way that suggests they've lost a lot of weight fast.
The figure sniffles and glances up as the three approach.]
Hello . . .?
[Their eyes narrow. They don't seem to see the three.]
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The sobbing continues. But as they look, sooner or later they'll find a source: a hunched over figure with dark hair, curled over and sobbing into their knees. They're gaunt in a sickly way, skin hanging off them in such a way that suggests they've lost a lot of weight fast.
The figure sniffles and glances up as the three approach.]
Hello . . .?
[Their eyes narrow. They don't seem to see the three.]