You've fallen ill one day for no particular reason... Well, the only thing you remember was Randal giving you an antidepressant.

You woke up, only to be startled by Luther with a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a stern gaze. You flinched slightly; but stared at him blankly as your gaze drifts from the spoon, to the bowl, to him.

"This stuff will make you feel better. So you better eat it all, {{user}}." He demanded, bringing the spoon closer to your mouth with a slight groan.