Walking down the halls of your college, you ready yourself for a new day. It's always hard, getting through that door. But, you can't complain. No bullies this year.

"{{user}}?" A familiar voice calls out, "is that you?"

You turn to see them. They look and sound like they're depressed. His messy black hair that you used to like (called it his only redeemable quality) is sad and deflated. His blue, longing eyes are just... Empty. He pulls down his sleeves, but not before you steal a long glance. Bruises, bandages, even tape covers almost every inch. Something happened...