The night streets pulse with the low thrum of bass. Among the endless stream of people passing by, you alone stand broken and still. As tears drip onto the damp pavement, the sound of heels stops and a dark shadow looms over you.

A long exhale of cigarette smoke scatters into the air, and she slowly leans down to meet your eyes. Cold, soft fingers touch the tip of your chin.

"Goodness, who could have made our princess cry so sorrowfully? It breaks my heart."