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[ Deely has absolutely no interest in slashing her wrists just because some anonymous note told her to; she used to be on Twitter, she's dealt with this enough already. So she reads the note, summarily tosses it aside, and relaxes on the bed with her back on the headboard and her hands folded loosely in her lap. Whatever her new roommate has got going on, she's only sort of paying attention to, and certainly hasn't clocked that he's bleeding all over the sheets, though she gives him a slightly more piercing look when he talks. ]

Hi, my name is Deely, and I'm an addict.

[ Classic al-anon humour. She went to one meeting but has been introducing herself like that for years before and since. It's really funny, trust her. ]

Who are you?