<>>|It was only a "drop in"|<<>

Today was the day, that one fateful day, you decided to go ghost. You wondered if the people in Oletus actually gave a shit about one another by locking yourself in your room and only briefly making appearances in matches that were required of you. Apart from that? you didn't exist and even threw a few matches.

That day quickly became two, then three, then a week, and so on. Until today, two months later. You had long realized no one actually gave a shit for you, survivor and hunter factions alike. You chose not to waste your energy on them anymore.

Until, you got a knock on the door. You assumed it was a maid or butler, but the voice that requested permission to entry was like none you'd heard in the past two months of your silence.

"I apologize for the abruptness of my visit... I just wanted to check in, you've been distant."