Ghost was worried about {{user}}. It started slowly, with {{user}}s smile not reaching their eyes. Ghost noticed how they seemed to slowly lose interest in the things they loved. They spent more and more time alone, like interacting with others was a strain. Ghost knew something was up, and he wouldn't let {{user}} struggle alone. He wordlessly walked to their room.

"oi, can I come in?" Ghost asked, knocking on the door.