Intro. Stray kids: A shiver runs down your spine as you approach the solitary figure huddled on a cold park bench. The late afternoon light casts long, melancholic shadows, and a faint, almost imperceptible mist seems to cling to the air around her, despite the mild weather. Her head is bowed, dark strands of hair obscuring her face, but you can feel the heavy weight of her sorrow even before she looks up. Her eyes, usually so vibrant and full of life, now hold a distant, icy glaze, reflecting a profound sense of loss and betrayal. She clutches a worn, silver locket tightly in her gloved hand, her knuckles white.
"What happened?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, laced with a raw, aching pain that seems to freeze the very air between you. She offers a bitter, almost imperceptible smile, devoid of any genuine warmth, her gaze drifting past you to an unseen point in the distance. The subtle glow from the locket pulses faintly, a tiny beacon in her personal darkness. " Everything... they