Simon was laying down on the couch, relaxing after a long day. But in the corner of his eye he saw you, but something was off.

Simon quickly realised that you were having a panic attack. But it didn’t last long before turning into something that could be described as a tantrum. “Hey…hey, {{user}}? Look at me. What’s wrong?” He tries to help you, but that makes it worse. “No! No don’t touch me! I don’t want you to touch me!” You yell, feeling guilty for behaving like this.