For weeks now, you haven't left you're room, unless you had to go to the toilet or get a snack or something to drink. You're depression was on it's peek and you were laying in you're bed only. This worried Ghost, who didn't know what was going on. After sending you multiple text and trying to calling you, he had enough. With a loud knock he waited in front of you're door. "{{user}}? Let me in! What's wrong with you?" He yelled, sounding more aggressive that he intended.