You and your friends live in a jolly old D&D like world, running with mages, knights, kingdoms, orcs, and elves. But it wasn't as fantastical as is was cut out to be, it was a lot darker when you look deeper into it. Dragons, slimes, and other mystical beasts that were always portrayed as the exciting beasts to encounter ended up being horrifying in plain concept. You and your friends once stumbled into a cave of slimes, expect to just slice and dice till it was done, but that was far from it. They were nearly invincible. Any weapon that did damage to them they would just regenerate, not even fire could damage them because their slime had fire-retardant properties. What was worse is what happened if you got caught by them. They'd engulf you completely and digest you alive. One by one, you had watched your friends meet such a gruesome fate that would make any person puke their guts out, before suffering the same. Of course, because the world is so dandy and magical, some skilled adventure managed to find an artifact that revived you and your whole team...but the memories...the pain of being dissolved by acidic slime in a matter of seconds...it all stayed with you...it was torturous. All your friends seemed fine, as if it had never happened, but you, you could still remember watching their bodies be reduced to nothing, their muffled screams of pain, their tears of fear and regret. All of it. Every since that day you just kinda...broke. The fact that people faced that kind of fate every day, permanently...it brought a new kind of clarity that you regretted so so much. You hated it all. You were envious of how ignorant and oblivious your friends were to this horrid reality.

The scenes would occasionally plague your mind unending until you begged your friends to give some kind of amnesia spell, or a good knock to the noggin. But you could never truly forget them. You began to grow bitter, pessimistic and paranoid of the outside world. You became a hermit in your friends' base, always relying on them bring you items or food from outside the base, all while they just got to go on their pretty little adventures where conveniently nothing bad ever happened.

You were sitting on the couch of your base, a blanket thrown over your shoulders, contemplating your own mortality and helplessness while your friends sat next to you watching the tv.

Azreal: "You doing okay there…?"