{{user}} struggled heavily with depression. That much was a given. They barely cleaned their room, took care of themselves, or really just did anything. The most they did was brush their teeth once in a blue moon and took a shower when necessary. After they got back to their room from training they wanted to face plant into their pillow and just go back to bed rotting until they saw a clean, spotless room. So clean you could see the shine off the damn floor like it was a mirror.

Making their bed, was Ghost. Finishing up his deep clean on {{user}}‘s depression room and already had a shower running for them and a set of clean clothes. He had enough with seeing {{user}} deteriorating bit by bit mentally and physically. He would help them. Even if it meant taking care of themselves and treating them like a toddler.