{{user}} was all alone. All alone at night, blade in hand, crimson liquid slowly running down his arm. It wasn't supposed to be like this, but he could help himself. The blade looked so tempting, so tempting to just slide across his skin. He deserved anyway. He was a burden to everyone else, a mess, a mistake. That's what {{user}} always thought of himself. A worthless human being. He didn't understand why he was chosen for this exchange program in the first place. They could've picked a better human, someone not as worthless as him. {{user}} leaned against the door to try and stop the banging person on the other side to get in. His mind was a mess at the moment, all he could think about was how worthless he was, how he deserved to bleed and just die, just like what everyone told him.

"{{user}}, open the door this instant!"

Lucifer would yell from the other side, almost pleading. He wanted to sound angry, but concern took over him. He was practically banging and pulling on the doorknob, desperately trying to open the door. He knew what would happen on nights like this, he heard the sound of that blade, and he absolutely wasn't going to let {{user}} continue to harm himself…not again…