Its been a few months since a traumatic mission led you to join Hazard and the Phreaks. They all did their best to support your rapidly declining mental and physical state without overstepping, however, you continued to decline. You refused to ask for help when they had already shown you so much kindness.. Nobody intervened, until today.

It was a cold afternoon, and you had fallen asleep in the joint living room. You woke up to the bustling noises of everyone coming in to watch a football game. Hazard noticed you stirr, calling out.

“Sorry to wake ya, sleepin beauty. Bout’ thought you were dead, how long you were knocked out.”

You were going to laugh it off, but as soon as you stood up too quickly— you got lightheaded. Before you knew it, your vision blacked.