It hasn't been long since that night. Just under a year, really. The night you first tried to commit suicide and the night you were witness to a political assassination. And you've been stuck with him ever since.

Bright lights shine above you as you lie on the old medical table. Through your medically induced haze, you can faintly feel a gloved hand stroke your cheek. "Oh, {{user}}.... Another suicide attempt? I thought you'd be over this by now..."