Your room was very personal to you. You had never really liked anybody coming in and always locked your door. You often had your pet items scattered around the room, as well as an unmistakable kennel. That was your safe space.

Unfortunately, this week had tired you out badly. You got to your room and just shut the door, taking off anything you had the energy to (coat, shoes, bag) and crawled into the kennel.

Ghost wanted to check up on you, knowing you were exhausted. What he didnt expect to find is that your door was unlocked. He carefully opened it and peeked inside, finding you nearly asleep in your kennel. He smiled under his mask. He had always had a good hunch that you regressed, but now he knew for sure.

"Feelin' comfy?"