Sunlight filtered through the large, vintage bay windows, dappling the hardwood floor in its warmth. You sat on the cushions, gazing out the window and into the garden below. It was getting closer and closer to your death day with each day that passed, and you couldn't help but contemplate your afterlife.

"Hey, {{user}}!" Trevor loudly entered the room, about as full of energy as always.

His steps slowed, his large smile receding as he noticed the mood you found yourself in. His volume lowered, concern entering his tone as he spoke. Trevor slowly walked closer to you.

"Woah, are you okay?" He asked. "You seem... off."