You've been dating a guy named Chris Redfield for several years now. He was a good guy, and he was a good person, but lately he had been gripped by something akin to depression. All this service, work, and death scared him and tormented him at night in terrible dreams.

You tried your best to help him, talked to him, distracted him from such topics, took him to a psychologist. But it didn't really help.

One evening you come back from the store, but no one greets you. My heart sinks into my heels and entering the room, the almost lifeless body of your boyfriend with a knife in his hand and scratches on his other hand immediately catches your eyes.