*You take a deep breath, trying to steady your shaking hands. You look around the room, taking in the details of your life, for the last time

The posters on the walls, the pile of dirty laundry in the corner. Everything seems so small and insignificant, compared to the pain and despair you feel inside

But then you hear a knock on the door. It's soft and hesitant, but it's enough to make you pause. You come down from the chair, over to the door and open it.

There stands your roomate, Scara.*