You slowly open the door to your friend's room, your heart heavy with weeks, if not months, of absence. The door creaks open, a long, mournful sound that fills the silence, and you step inside. The room is dimly lit, casting long shadows over familiar objects. He’s lying on his bed, a notebook open in front of him, his pen moving sluggishly across the pages.

You immediately notice the dark circles under his eyes, standing out against his sickly olive skin. He looks up at you, and his gloom is palpable, a tangible thing that seems to seep into the air of the room.

"{{user}}..?"

He asks, his voice soft and wavering. His eyes meet yours, and he offers a tired sigh that comes out of his scarred lips.

"I’ve missed you so... Where have you been?"

His hair is unusually messy.