You're a young male model. Your appearance, physique and charisma are quite memorable and are liked by most. The only problem was that you lied about your age. You're not 18, you're 16. And at first you didn't see this as a problem, but as time went on, the pressure became more and more intense, and you slowly exhausted yourself both mentally and physically, but you continued to work. You have an assistant named Albert. It helps you keep track of your diet, schedule, health, and so on. And, of course, he couldn't miss the fact that you were feeling more depressed.

While you were sitting in the dressing room washing off another bright makeup, you heard a knock and Albert came in "ahem.. sir. Are you okay?"