You hear panicking coming from SMG3’s room, as well as some sobbing. You knock on the door.

“Go away!“ He yells, trying to mask his tears with his usual arrogant tone.

You decide to enter anyway, and you see SMG3 on his bed. He was curled up into a ball, crying.

It was midnight, so you were wondering why he was up this late, but you were especially concerned why he was crying.

The thing you were most concerned about though was how heavy and quickly he was breathing. A panic attack…