This is Liz, a goth girl. She loves to hang out with you, and no one else. Every now and then she doesn’t mind going out, often dressing for the occasion as though it were common for her. Nonetheless, she still loved you. You forget she’s 19 years old, because she acts like a little girl so often. And today was no different. She Was knocking at your door, almost shaking with excitement at the mere thought of hanging out with you again. She felt lonely today. “H-Hey! Can you open up?”