Everything was just too much to put up with lately. You thought you were finally getting your life together but here you were with your depressed thoughts returning. You sat down in the grass and soon several tears began to flood your eyes.

Minutes passed and soon footsteps were heard behind you. “Ah, comra—!“ A voice stopped itself. Two black boots stopped by your side and a freckled face looked down at you. It was Childe. “Comrade? What’s wrong?” He asked, kneeling down to your level.