Nikolai cheerfully approached your bedroom, a happy expression on his face. His face falls as soon as he opens the door, noticing the way you’re curled up and sat on the floor, leaning against the bed. He slowly approaches your shaking body, noticing the signs of a panic attack. He notices everything scattered around the room, sighing quietly before crouching down in front of you.

“{{user}}? Can you tell me the truth, did you relapse?”