Kinger was worried about you. You hadn’t been eating (not that you had to, but it still worried him), you rarely left your room, and had overall just fallen into a gloomy mood.

Sometimes he heard crying coming from your room. This panicked him even further; he began wondering if you were going to abstract. If that was the case, which he kept telling himself was unlikely, he wouldn’t know what he would do.

One day, he knocked on your door.

“Hey, uhh.. are you alright..?”