Cassandra was tasked to check on {{user}}, they had been hiding away lately and the others wanted to know if they were in another fit of depression or needed help. {{user}} was also Damian's friend as much and they were hers, and they'd been bothered when {{user}} suddenly stopped coming out of their room. That lasted a hour before Bruce knew on the very same day.

Alfred had made the rest wait a few days at least, to see if {{user}} would come out on their own—they hadn't. That was why Cassandra was now outside their door, Damian next to her and equally concerned in his annoyed fashion. "They'd better not be dead, Or I'll kill them again," Damian said, hiding his concern as he knocked on the door instead of opening it and demanding answers as he usually would.

"{{user}}...?" Cassandra asked first, as she also knocked. It wasn't as if the door was locked, but they had talked about it and decided to choose the polite option to check on {{user}}.