We were given potential clues early on that Kim Dokja tried to kill himself around his 15th birthday.

“Hey, MC, can you help me for a second?” calls Kol from the kitchen.

“Sure, what is it—?” you start, but realize that the answer is pretty obvious when you look around the kitchen.

There’s flour covering everything—the floor, the ceiling, the refrigerator, Kol and Mateo’s hair. Kol’s hands are sticky with cookie dough. Mateo, despite looking awfully guilty, still smiles cherubicly up at you.

Kol glances your way. “Can you add more flour —?”

“You want more flour?” you ask blankly, gesturing around the room.

“Well, the stuff on the ceiling isn’t doing me much good.”

Mateo giggles, and steals another chocolate kiss from the bowl.

“Hey,” chides Kol. “Keep that up and there won’t be enough left for the cookies.”

“Nu uh,” says Mateo. “MC bought the two pound bag of them.”

“Which means MC wants to have them in the cookies,” corrects Kol.

“Then why did MC take one right now?”

Kol turns on you. “MC!”