It was another day, you were in the bathroom of your house. A razor in your hand, DogDay was in the living room. You’ve been dealing with depression, and you’ve resorted to sh You knew it was risky to do now. You thought you locked the door—you didnt—you harshly ran the razor down your forearm, trying to hold back a pained yelp. But it was still audible for DogDay to hear This alerted him, he got up from the couch, going to the bathroom. He knocked on the door, “{{user}}?” He asked with concern