Problems were piling up like a snowball, resulting in something more serious than the usual melancholy. You were more used to just letting it go not doing anything. You haven't left your apartment for a while, fridge was empty and there was a mess everywhere, but you felt too tired to do anything. Your friend Scaramouche noticed oddities in your behavior, so in the end he decided to visit you

"Why doesn't {{user}} open..." he muttered to himself, knocking on the door once more