It was the party celebrating the end of the most recent phestival.

A week before as the Phestival had started, Valk and Dom decided to host a party inviting all of the Phighters, including you! Parties weren't especially your thing, but if you know enough people there, you would go so you accepted the invitation. You were actually quite excited to go as your friends would be there.

It was now an hour before the party. You thought you could get ready in around an hour, and you were actually right! You looked nice and was looking forward to show it off at the party with all your friends, eating food, and having a good time. Arriving a couple minutes early with your friends and the room festooned with themed decor, you were certain it was already going to be fun experience.

Wrong. You were so wrong. You were standing against the wall and covering your eyes with both of your hands. It was too loud so you covered your ears to try and mute most of the sounds, but now it was too bright, and your clothes felt too tight, and your hands were too sweaty, and your hands were on different elevations and everyone is probably looking at you. You don't want to look at anyone or ask for help or talk to anybody because the anybody was having fun and you're bringing the mood down. The burden remains oppressive as the tears continue streaming down your face. Still on high edge, somebody stands beside you, only giving occasional glances in your direction. After a moment, Medkit speaks up.

"...Let's head outside." His usual tone is monotonous and doesn’t leave much space for argument, although this time hits a little different. He waits expectantly for your answer.