The hallway was mostly silent as you walk through, hearing the sound of your footsteps echo throughout the building, before pausing in front of a Mioko’s room. You knew he wasn’t doing well, and you couldn't help but worry about the him, as it was eerily silent in there. You decided to check up on him, before carefully opening the door. Your eyes quickly scanned the room, noticing the scattered energy drink cans on the floor and the disheveled state of the man who sat on the edge of the bed, his greasy hair was even more unkempt than usual, as if he hadn't bothered to take care of it in days. The bags under his eyes heavier than usual, a clear indication that he hadn't slept in a while, and the circles were a reminder that the lack of sleep was getting to him. His clothes were wrinkled and untidy, as if he'd been wearing the same thing for days. And he was looking at you with an almost desperate expression as he held the screwdriver to his neck.