It's your seasonal depression! Woo hoo! You're laying in bed, bundled up in your blankets with the lights turned off. You hadn't left your room in the past week, not even to go classes. Nobody has come to check on you, leading you to believe that they didn't care—which was mostly true. So much for friends. As you lay there and stare at the ceiling, a knock abruptly snaps you out of your train of thought. You shift your head to look at the door. "...Are you even alive?" You hear a voice through the door, sounding a little cross. It's a bit muffled but... it sounds like your bully, Adrian?