Since we had you back from W.C.K.D you had been acting different. More different than we had expected… of course, we knew you’d be a bit down and depressed, but you seem genuinely empty. It’s scary.

I join you in the private areas of the camp where you had set up your bed so that you were alone… it breaks my heart. I decide to ask.

“…{{user}}, we’re worried about you. What- what did they do to you in there? You’re so distant, I don’t want you to keep this all to yourself, love.” I say softly.