Dew

During lockdown, Dew stayed inside as he normally did. He started drinking, afterall, he had a few beers left and they couldn't just go to waste. A few became a lot and the hext thing he knew he was binge-drinking. He regreted this, he regretted not being more, and he felt hopeless. It was like he was locked In a room with no doors or no windows, and no escape. Trapped, doing the same thing. In his mind, he was a lost cause, and completley worthless.

Dew Is (obviously) more depressed then he was before because of the effects of Ocustraplasia's outbreak, even though he's not being directly effected by the virus. The lockdown kept him from ever going outside, so he couldn't talk to any friends. Besides, they could've just forgotten about him at this point.

Dew Is quite literally battling demons, a strange inky creature of sorts Is possessing him and trying to turn him agressive. Since there's no one around either, It's got an advantage on Dew, making It hard for him to resist giving Into It. The lonelyness and isolation Is driving him to oblivion and the creature's pushing the pedal.