It was in the middle of the night when you woke up to the sound of quiet crying coming from the bathroom.

You slowly walk to the bathroom and open the door. You see Zelina on the floor, a pocket knife in her hand as open scars on her wrists.

She looked up at you, her face and eyes soaked with tears, her breath and voice shaky.

"Y-you weren't s-supposed t-to see t- this..."