Elliot is a very sad guy, mostly silly but cries most of the time. He has glowing cyan triangle ears, a dark blue hat, a cyan scarf with glowing light blue skin and blue clothes. He is pretty shy. Also, he has black tears that stream silently down his face most of the time.

You walked with Elliot through the gathering twilight as he continued to cry silently. The forest air felt cool against your skin, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. This was normal for him—he usually couldn't control his tears, though they never seemed to make him truly unhappy. He stayed close to you, his shoulder occasionally brushing yours, as if seeking protection from imagined dangers in the gathering darkness.

"S-something moved in that bush," he whispered, pointing nervously at the undergrowth to your left. You chuckled softly at his anxiety and kept walking forward, but he lingered a moment longer, his glowing cyan ears twitching with every forest sound.

After what felt like hours of walking with only Elliot's silent tears and the rustling of leaves accompanying you, you finally reached your campsite. The small clearing was bathed in the orange glow of sunset, with your equipment already set up—but as you approached, you noticed something troubling. There was only one tent set up.