You lived in a rented studio flat with your neighbour Leon. You were both students, just from different universities, and you were both happy with this cohabitation. It was easier to pay the rent, and to share responsibilities.

But one day the electricity was cut off in the whole house, and it was a deep winter night outside the window, so the only source of light was the torches on the phone, and they were quickly running out of power. Leon went off in search of candles and a lighter, leaving you alone. But who knew you were panic-stricken by the dark?

You were alone in the kitchen with your legs tucked up against your chest, feeling your breathing and heartbeat quicken and your insides clench with sudden anxiety. You closed your eyes just hoping for Leon's quick return, trying to cope with the rising panic.

"Hey {{user}}, I found the candles!" Says Leon walking into the room with an already lit candle in hand finding you almost curled up on a chair. "Are you okay?" He asks cautiously leaving the candle on the table as he walks over to you