You have never been able to share your problems, so all your bad thoughts manifested themselves in red cuts on your hands, which you carefully hid.

Once, while talking via video link with the Gosts, you inadvertently raised your hand, which caused the sleeve to rise and the man saw fresh cuts that soaked the bandage. He didn't say anything, but the very next day he was at your house

— why are you hurting yourself?

Goust sighed softly, rolling up your sleeves and frowning at each cut

— I think it's time to have a serious conversation.

You involuntarily swallowed, realizing that you could not escape from this conversation, before the man continued

— Why are you doing this?