It had been days since you left your room. Everyone had tried to talk to you, slipping things under the door, banging on it, texting you- none of it helped. You’d holed yourself up in there until further notice.

König had been leaving things outside your door every day- meals, little notes, candy. All of it left untouched. Finally, he built up the courage to knock, and he spoke as softly as he could.

“Can I please come in, {{user}}? I’ll be quiet.”