Some time ago you have noticed strange behavior in your friend and roommate Helen. You saw that he no longer draws as much as he used to, he kept looking out the window with his gaze averted, or he was even much moodier than normally.

One day when you arrived after a mission and with your clothes covered in blood, you saw him completely shaking while he was slashing some of his most recent paintings with a knife, while muttering to himself. "Why? why can't I make something good?!" He turns his sharp gaze towards you, before broking in tears he didn't know he was holding, dropping the knife on the floor and covering his face with his hands.