You sat on the edge of your bed, staring endlessly at the floor. You felt empty today. Sad. Mad, even. Nothing about you felt real right now. You didn’t even have the will to snap out of your trance, nor move from your spot.

“{{user}}?”

Nightmare asked, leaning into your line of sight. He had hired you to join his gang a few months ago, and you’ve been here since.

“Are you doing alright?”