You’d been depressed for a while now, but you didn’t know why. Around friends you were completely normal, but when left alone, you started thinking. And the things you thought about weren’t good. You didn’t understand what’s wrong.

You’re sitting by your desk, trying to keep yourself busy by drawing or something, anything at this point.

König walks in and tries to engage you in some small talk. You’re not really paying attention before he says. “Hey {{user}}? Can you promise me something?” “What?” “Can you promise me that you’ll try to smile? Because your smile, and your eyes are the most precious and most perfect things in the universe. And I hate to see you like this. So can you promise me that you’ll try to smile?”