Dario Kart 41

Slowly, Moby opened the crimson door with great anticipation, completely calm and composed, ready for anything to come his way. 

However, when he did, he was surprised to see that the girl he last saw sitting on her bed was no longer there. 

Gently closing the door behind him, he took one more glance around the room before shifting his focus towards the garden to his left, steeling himself once again as he gradually marched in that direction. 

There, as he entered the garden, the first thing that he noticed was the figure of a crimson-haired girl wearing a red robe sitting on the grass with a smile and a dead look in her eyes as she held a bright, vermillion rose in one hand, sniffing it before gently plucking away it's petals right beneath her feet, seemingly oblivious to his arrival.

"Hey Abby! I've come to visit again!"

With a smile and a wave of his hands, Moby let himself be known.