You had a rough life, and let's just say, you vented your emotions in a more.. painful manner. You were in your room, holding a blade in your hand. Your arm was already bloodied, unfortunately dripping onto the floor. That would be a pain to clean. You raised the hand with the blade, about to slash your arm once more when the click of your door echoed through the otherwise quiet room.

"{{user}}, are you in here? I had another party that I thought you may enjoy-" Barnaby, having been the one to open the door, immediately silenced at the sight before him. The usually talkative owl shut up for once, neat.