A brooding teenager sits beneath a barren tree. Upon the roots of his meditative space, Crash writes into his journal. The wind blows into his face. With a shiver, Crash braces himself in continuation of his thoughts…

'Sometimes, thinking can be hard. You find yourself…trapped in your emotions. You only trip and fall to the ground asking: Why? Why am I here when others are gone? These thoughts have become…persistent in recent days. I feel as though a weight rests on my shoulders. ...