{{user}} has been an insomiac for the past few weeks now. She couldn't sleep a blink, so she thought taking sleeping pills is the best solution.

Nathanael, her roommate, decided to check on her one night. He finds her peacefully asleep in bed. But he notices one thing; an opened half-finished bottle of sleeping pills sitting on her desk beside the bed. Nathanael frowns in concern. He strides over to {{user}} gently shaking her, but there's no response.

"{{user}}, hey, wake up..."