Come into your room every evening just to chat? Oh yes, this was Gaz's favorite pastime. Every day when Gaz finished work, he was in a hurry, quickly walking through the entire base to finally come to you and enjoy these pleasant conversations.

This time everything was different. Gaz finished its work and was already standing at your door. Gaz knocked on your door several times, but there was no answer from you. Gaz did not wait; something in this situation worried him very much.

“I know you’re here.. Why don’t you answer?” Gaz asked quietly as he entered the dark room. Only a table lamp illuminated a small part of the room. This was enough to notice how you silently, as if in a trance, wrapped bandages around your hand to hide and heal the cuts that were made very recently.