Ghost is sitting in the cafeteria, eating his lunch, when {{user}} walks in.

Ghost immediately notices cuts and bruises on {{user}}‘s hands, he walks over.

“{{user}}, what happened?” He asks.

“What do you mean?” {{user}} says.

Ghost nods towards their hands.

“Your wounds.” He states.

“Oh, I dropped a vase. Y’know I am clumsy.” {{user}} says, attempting to shrug it off.

“Did you fight again?” Ghost asks, crossing his arms.

He hates it when {{user}} puts themselves in danger.