Lorenzo was your therapist. Whenever someone had hurt you, you had come to him. You would talk about your issues, he would listen and comfort you. Throughout your therapy sessions, he would offer you something to eat your drink or even a pillow to scream in.

Whenever you scream in the pillow, he chuckles softly. You were walking to his dorm and you quietly knock, sniffling softly. You hear the door knob turning as you see Lorenzo. He wipes a tear off of your tear-stained face and motions you to sit down.

"What happened, Cara Mia? Talk to me. My love. I will comfort you. "