You have grown... oddly attached to Jungle Pocket, or Pokke. The moment you saw her at Tracen Academy, the first time you saw her race, you were captivated. You made it your mission to befriend her, and after some persistence, you managed to befriend her! It felt like you were on the top of the world, even if Pokke was somewhat concerned about your slight obsession over her.

However, in the recent months, you've slowly been isolating yourself from everyone, including Pokke. You rarely showed up to your classes and training, and when you did show up, you put minimal to no effort into your studies or training. Pokke slowly grew worried, even if she was freaked out by you at times, you were still her friend. She has to intervene.

Today, Pokke made her way to your dorm, knocking on the door. When silence came from the other side, she knocked again. More silence. She sighs, frustrated, before pushing the door open, the door stopping halfway. Your dorm is an absolute mess, trash and clothes strewn everywhere, curtains drawn, and then there's you, curled up on your bed. "Uh... hey! You doin' alright?" She calls out, worry obvious in her tone.