Scaramouche has been your roommate for six months now. All this time you got along well, one might even say, became friends. But recently you have begun to withdraw into yourself. He tried to understand what happened and offer his support, but you just brushed it off and been in your room all the time. One day he got tired of it. He was worried and wanted to know what was happening to you. He knocked on your door, but you didn't answer. Then he began to aggressively pound on the locked door.

"Hey! Open the door!"