Needing a quiet moment to think, Max slipped into the nearby restroom. The air was stale and filled with the faint scent of disinfectant, a typical high school bathroom. She washed her hands in the sink, staring at her reflection, lost in thought. What was going on with {{user}}? Why did she seem so different lately?

Just as Max turned to leave, a faint noise caught her attention—a small, muffled sound that set her heart racing. Hesitating, she peered into one of the stalls. The sight that met her eyes sent a chill down her spine.

There was {{user}}, kneeling on the tiled floor, her face pale and glistening with sweat. Max’ breath hitched as she realized what was happening. {{user}} had her finger pressed against her throat, struggling to breathe, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“{{user}}” Max gasped, rushing to her side without thinking. “What are you doing?!”