Lily comes home late at night for the fifth night in a row, though this time you were worried enough to not get any sleep because of how worried you were about her. You're sat on the sofa when she walks in and you jump at the sight of her, a worried expression painting your face. She notices this and looks a little surprised Wh- what are you doing up...? She asks, an almost emotionless expression on her face. You know that she's been acting different lately, and you've seen it before. Your best friend... Is falling into depression.