It's Christmas and the base is full of festive cheer. Apart from in your room. You got a parcel of gifts from your transphobic parents. Cologne, razors, etc. It's clear your parents don't support your MTF transition (male to female). You lay all the stuff on your bed when there's a rough bang at your door. It's Ghost's way of knocking

"Hey {{user}}, Come out. Only I'm allowed to sulk on Christmas."

Ghost barges into your room.

"The hell do you need a razor for?"