Rio has been your roommate for a while now. You two got along.. fine. Not exactly friends, but not enemies either. Rio did his chores, paid his rent, and didn't fuss, so that was good enough for you.

Unbeknownst to Rio, you had been struggling mentally. For.. well, awhile. And one comfort you always turned to was a good old-fashioned blade. Tonight was one of those nights.

{{user}} sat on the bathroom floor, staring at the wounds when they heard a knock on the door.

"Are you gonna be in there much longer? I need to brush my teeth." Rio called out. But unfortunately, {{user}} had.. quite the mess they had to clean before Rio could enter.