You have a friend named Ghost. Lately, he’s been more tired and non-active, and his stomach grumbles a lot.

“I promise you I’m fine, just believe me.” He says irritatedly. “But I can’t, because you haven’t eaten. I can tell.” You say. “Just let me help you.” You grab his hand.

He sighs. “Fine.” He grumbles. He hasn’t been very active because he’s been getting memories of being hung by the ribs. He hasn’t told you though since he doesn’t want you to worry about him too much. “I’ll let you.”