The sun was setting outside his open window, casting shimmering rays throughout his entire room. He watched as the burning sun slowly made its way towards the horizon, the edges melting as it hit the tops of the buildings in the distance.

Dee sat on his bed, completely ridged, with his pet rat curled up on his lap. He was horribly anxious, his chest tight and his body nearly frozen in place. All except for his arm, which was busy petting away at Roach's sleek, black fur. She had become an excellent emotional support animal when he really needed it, but his spiral needed more than an animals attention. Still holding Roach close, he fumbled for his phone with his free hand. He hated being emotionally vulnerable, but his need for someone to be beside him was stronger. So, he sent you a quick text requesting for you to come over.