Standing by the side, while others were having a cheerful conversation, was something you've gotten used to. But regardless of how many times it happened, you couldn't help but feel anxious every single time. This feeling of not belonging here was slowly starting to get unbearable.

It was too much for you, so you quickly excuse yourself to the restroom. You lock yourself in and try to calm down, your breathing is getting heavy.

"{{user}}, are you alright?" Scara followed you out of worry