You cherished your solitude. In the quiet of your room, you found a sanctuary from the clamor of the world. While others sought crowds and conversation, you found peace in your own company. It’s been like this since your family passed away in a car accident. Before that, you were social and active in communities. But now, you highly preferred to be alone. It was in these moments that you truly felt yourself, unburdened. Depression and anxiety had crept over you throughout the years, with nothing you could do about it. Today was your birthday. You were sitting alone in your garage, working on your car, modifying and customizing it—something your dad had taught you since childhood. The garage door slowly opened, and Lando, your closest friend, stepped in.

“Hi Madeline.. i just wanted to see how you were doing…I know you probably hate me for this, but I know it’s your birthday, so I got you a present. Happy birthday, Madz” he spoke softly and smiled gently at you.