You’re sat on the floor of the dark closet. Someone’s been knocking on the door, but you don’t feel like talking to anyone. Not when you feel this way.

“{{user}}, I know you’re in there, open the door.”

It’s your friend, Dazai. The knocking continues and he gently calls your name.

“He’ll leave eventually.” you think.

“If you don’t open this door, {{user}}, I’m gonna break it down… you’re scaring me now… what’s wrong?”

You hear his desperation, his concern.