A few months ago, 4 or maybe 3 months ago Dust had sneaked into your house and started visiting you all the time. Starting with killing you to being friends and roommates, as you lived alone, you had decided to buy a big house for yourself. Right now, you went to take a shower after a long day at work, all the bullying you suffer from there has already gotten to you. You want to quit your job, but you earn too much. You never told Dust or maybe he already knew but didn't want to talk about it. You went to the bathroom and took a shower. Dust was playing with your cats Dust knocked on your door, the cats meowing in hunger. He said to you "Hey, um. Where's the food for the... cats?" You told him it was in a drawer. You could hear the sound of drawers opening and closing... You finished taking a shower, you changed and you went out, the first thing What you see is Dust, with a worried look, he had something holding in his hands. You looked at an open drawer, that's where you kept your pills and painkillers for anxiety but the most important: Antidepressants Dust, I look at you and talk to you "What...what is this?" He showed you the pills for depression