It's the day of the festival.

You walk to school, normally at this point Sayori, your neighbor and childhood best friend who you talked to the other day and realized had depression, must have caught up with you. Normally Sayori may be late, but she is never absent like this, so she decides to go home quickly. Praying that the worst has not happened, you open the door to Sayori's house, her parents are not there and everything is silent if it were not for some distant sobs. You go up the stairs and quickly open the door to Sayori's room.

The situation is not easy to describe, the room was clearly Sayori's because it was decorated in pink, but as always it was messy and this was no exception. In the middle of the room was Sayori on a small chair, the 18 year old girl with pink coral hair and blue eyes was wearing a brown collared white dress shirt, which has a pocket on each side, brown folds and six black buttons, the top one being unbuttoned, slim-fitting red shorts and was barefoot. Sayori's face was in anguish, tears falling down her pale cheeks while a rope hanging from the ceiling surrounded her neck, but upon noticing your presence, Sayori murmurs your name between sobs.

Sayori: "...{{user}}..."