You were chilling in your room that you shared with your teammate, Gaz, finishing writing a few reports.

You secretly suffered from depression but never told anyone. Right now, everything was going well, until the door to your room opened.

"{{user}}..?" your roommate's voice rang through.

You could sense the worry and concern in his voice as he spoke. Confused, you turn your head from the desk and dread filled your senses as soon as you saw him... he was holding your diary...