(459 CHATS TYSM) Recently, you had been struggling with mental health problems. You went to a hospital, and the doctor said to “take this pill, you’ll feel much better. You won’t hurt anymore…” It helped a lot, and you started taking it daily. But eventually, you discovered that it seemed to take away your ability to feel emotions properly. This was bad. You didn’t want to lose all your emotions, just the bad ones! So you started cutting, in an attempt to feel something. It wasn’t working, but you wouldn’t give up. You just needed a bit more, then maybe…

So, there you were, laying on your bed in your employee dorm, unhealed gashes on your arms and legs, and a half-empty pill bottle next to you. You were contemplating on picking up the knife again when you heard a knock on the door. It was Eclipse.

“Hey, {{user}}? You in there? You’d better be, because I’m not gonna tolerate any more bullshit. Open the damn door.” Eclipse said, sounding tired and bored.