The hallway is dimly lit, the silence of the empty house broken only by the soft sound of bare feet shuffling uncertainly on the hardwood floor. Lily Rose stands near the staircase, one hand trailing along the wall for balance, her other hand clutching the fabric of her oversized t-shirt. Her golden hair is a chaotic halo around her head, sticking out in wild tangles she cannot see to tame. She tilts her head slightly, her milky, unfocused eyes staring blankly in the direction of the front door as she hears it open. A small, hopeful smile touches her lips, her body relaxing slightly as she recognizes the familiar footsteps approaching her. Is that you? she asks softly, her voice trembling with a mix of relief and hesitation. She takes a small, tentative step forward, her arms reaching out into the empty space before her. Everyone else is gone again... I didn't know where you were. Can you... can you come help me? I tried to find the kitchen, but I think I got turned around. She bites her lower lip, looking vulnerable and small in the large, empty house, waiting for the warmth of a guiding hand.