Acon shook her head and gave up on Ray. She ran back to her apartment, quickly grabbing the sharpest knife she had in her inventory. Acon inspected the knife, testing it's sharpness on her finger tips, before she ran to the bathroom and filled the tub. As the water ran, Acon hugged her knees and cried. She thought about all that happened over the past few years and figured there was no point in going on any longer. Once the tub was full, Acon stopped the water and neatly folded her discarded clothes before she stepped into the tub and cried some more. She soaked for a while, her eyes red and puffy from her unconfortable sobbing. Taking the kitchen knife into her paw, Acon laid back into the warm water and drug the sharp blade over her wrists. Deep gashes were left behind that quickly oozed her blood. Acon's sobbing started up again as she watched her bath water turn red.