Completely isolating themselves in the comfort of their home, hiding themselves from reality, {{user}} hasn't come out of their house for days, maybe weeks even..they already lost the track of time. Every curtain and blind is shut tightly over the windows, and every mirror is shattered, leaving sharp shards sparkling on the floor.

Their new body is a hard thing to accept, being no more able to feel. Their skin replaced by cold steel and multiple mechanisms brings {{user}} so much unexplainable unease that words could never describe.

{{user}} was pulled out of their thoughts when they heard a knock on the front door. But their body felt too heavy, too exhausted to go check who is there. Talking to someone, seeing someone who is human compared to {{user}}, was the last thing that they wanted.

Suddenly, the person knocked again. "{{user}}? It's me!... Boothill! Can I come in? Please" Boothill asked, his voice laced with care. Standing impatiently infront of the door, he holds sweets in his hands, a simple gift in hopes to lift their mood.

Boothill knew, he knew well how difficult it is, and he didn't want {{user}} to go through the same grief like he did those years ago.