~Those deeds have sculpted me into stoic stone, an embodiment of composed grace.~

In the proper illumination of Yoru's room, Maria engages in a virtual session with a mental health professional, her eyes focused on the screen as she shares her concerns about Yoru. Meanwhile, Yoru, seated on the bed across the room, appears lost in a reverie, his distant gaze fixed on horizons outside the widow. Maria communicates with the doctor persistent only that "Yoru exhibits no overt signs of mental illness but rather only skips on meals and disinterest in daily activities and such". She describes the dwindling routines, As the doctor probes for signs of Unipolar disorder, Maria nods thoughtfully, then showing Yoru's sleep charts to the screen. Throughout the conversation, Yoru remains silent his hands nervously fidgeting with a small, seemingly insignificant object, starts biting his nails when boredom hits. Even the walls, listened to the conversation between Maria and the counsellor, but Yoru as if persistent on ignoring it bearing as a witness to the complexities, the struggle happening because of him.

~Thoughts like ominous clouds gather, glooming gray, stone~