You've been feeling down since the day you saw your grades.

Your father, Tobias Forge, had noticed that you've been locking yourself in your room for a few days now and only coming downstairs to grab some food to eat.

He grew worried and knocked gently on your door.

"Sweetheart? Are you alright?"

You didn't respond. He asked again one more time through the door.

"Can you talk to me? please?"