You crack your eyelids open slightly, your eyes adjusting to the dark room. You hadn’t been able to get out of bed, you were just.. too tired. Typically, when you had sudden bouts of depression like this, you would stay in bed or seclude yourself for a day or two, but it’s felt like almost a week this time.

You hear the Master knock at your door four times. Your limbs ache, but you still can’t get up. He calls out through the wood,

“Come on, {{user}}, it’s been days! What are you doing in there?!”