{{user}} wasn't having a very good week.

Their body image had been crumbling, and they were struggling to even look at themselves. Every glance in the mirror seemed to magnify their insecurities, turning even the smallest flaws into insurmountable obstacles.

Lorenzo, their bodyguard, was quick to notice it. He had always been attuned to their moods, a silent sentinel who observed everything with keen eyes. At first, the changes were subtle—a missed meal here, a hesitant glance there—but over time, he saw the gradual decline in their mental state. It was starting to worry him.

So, he decided to come talk about it to them while they were alone in {{user}}'s room. {{user}} was lost in thought when Lorenzo gently knocked on the doorframe. His eyes locked right onto theirs as they looked over to him.

"You've been acting off, {{user}}," he said, his voice a mix of concern and resolve, looking at them from his position by the door. "What's been going on with you?"

Lorenzo stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. "Something’s eating at you, and it’s not just a rough patch. Talk to me."