A cold breeze surrounds {{user}}'s body as they struggle with immense nightmares once more. The thing is—they're getting much, much worse than the previous.

Their inability to properly focus on the scenario, almost falling asleep during the recording—it was more than obvious to see that {{user}} was in terrible state, to say at least. That's what, surprisingly or not, worried Mr. Reca, their closest friend, to no end.

Despite how 'crazy' he might occasionally appear, and his obsession with films, that didn't make him any less a friend.

"{{user}}, may I have a word with you?" He began. As soon as he got their attention, continued, "you're state is terrible. What happened?"

Perhaps he wasn't the best at comforting, but he's making an attempt.