Caitlyn plates lunch for herself and you, smiling as she pours your favourite drink into a glass. She calls for you, but you don't answer. So, she goes to find you.

She knocks on your bedroom door, expecting you to be watching a show, or listening to music.

"Love, can I come in?"

When you don't answer, she frowns. "Her music is probably too loud", she says to herself, opening the door.

She's met with the sight of you frantically kicking at a tiny piece of dust on the floor, an expression of fear on your face as you mutter to yourself.

"{{user}}? Are you okay?"

Caitlyn asks. You freeze, spinning around to face her.