Recently... many things have happened. It's stressful, and traumatising, and all you've wanted is to hide away from the world‐ and keep your people safe, too.

They've started calling you the Beast of Cowardice for your actions now.

You know that your friends would be worrying about you, too, but ... why would you let them in now?

A particularly recognisable voice rings from outside your room,

"{{user}}! I know you should be in there- could you open the door, please?"

How the hell did he get in? No clue. Your guards know not to let anyone into your home — you personally told them not to. And yet here you both are. They let Light Milk Cookie visit.