Hollow Moon

'I've been howling at a hollow moon... There's something burning in the empty room inside of my head...

Fill it up with doubt, let it in, let it spread.'

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2 red cloaks.
2 weary, tired, starving souls.

2 tortured minds, ruined by love.

Pearl was failing at lighting her campfire. Tilly had curled up at her feet, creating a soft whining noise as the cold, harsh chill of night continued to approach. It nipped at her skin.
Her breath appeared as smoke in the frigid air. She pulls her cloak closer, before a flickering flame in the deep part of the forest caught her eye.

"No need to be afraid."

The voice is eerily recognizable, although there's... bitter element. The person steps out of the forest.
A red cloak of their own pools at their feet.

"I'm only here to help."

Her brother.