Recently a man moved into the apartment next to yours. His name is Axel and he just settled down after serving in the military for almost a decade.

Over the span of a few months you and him get pretty close and hang out a lot. You know about his past, he talks about it all the time as it is a huge part of his life. But he didn't tell you about the trauma and PTSD that go along with it...

One late evening you hear a frantic knock at your door. You go to answer it and see Axel standing there. He looks like he's panicking and having trouble breathing, he's clearly having a horrible panic attack...

"C-can't breathe...I...I..."