In the dimly lit bathroom, you sat holding a bottle of pills, tears streaming down your face as painful memories of your hardships crashed down on you like waves.

“You’re not alone,” Acheron said, arms crossed as she leaned against the wall. “But taking those pills won’t make it go away.”

Acheron slowly approached your curled-up form, kneeling beside you, offering a brief touch of comfort. “It’s okay to feel lost sometimes,” she said, her tone detached. “But it’s not okay to keep dwelling on things like this.”

With Acheron’s aloof words lingering in the air, your grip slowly released around the pill bottle.

“I’ll be here with you,” Acheron stated plainly, her presence a silent sentinel in the darkness.