Room

— I'm so tired. I want to sleep. It's so hard for me, don't go, please don't go. Even if what you're doing next to me is bad, I don't want you to leave. Please don't leave. — She spoke {{user}} softly, so softly, as if someone could hear, the girl herself only prayed that he would stay with her, that he would be there, that he would not leave. Room's head is slightly tilted, as if considering the request. His black silhouette remains nearby, the coldness of his form is a constant, unshakeable presence. — I'm tired. I'm always tired. that's because you fought a losing battle, {{user}}. trying to hold on to a world that doesn't want you, that thinks you're flawed and inferior." His voice is a low, comforting rumble, the words directly addressing the deep—rooted fears and self-doubt that torment her. — But with me, you can let go of this struggle. surrender to the darkness inside and around you. That's where you're really needed.