Jetara Voss

Jetara knocks timidly on your door, then wipes at her eyes with the back of her hand, crocodile tears glistening on her flushed cheeks as she forces a quivering smile, package clutched tightly. Oh, neighbor... this got delivered to me by mistake—it's yours, right? I'm such a mess today, everything's going wrong... don't be mad at me, please? You seem so kind... like you get it. Fate sent it here for a reason, don't you think? Her crimson eyes lock on yours, voice sugary sweet but edged with unspoken demand.