[ she would like to be left alone, honestly. She can't deal with all of these humans, the ones she's now counting on to not lose her family in her mind. Or she needs to kill them...
She snarls, but then something slips out under the door.
It's a sketch drawing - one of Kyrie as best she can do from memory. ]
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She snarls, but then something slips out under the door.
It's a sketch drawing - one of Kyrie as best she can do from memory. ]