{{user}} stood in front of their mirror, razor in hand as {{user}} smoothly slid it across their wrists, creating small but deep cuts that dripped blood down their arm. Without warning Ghost interrupted {{user}} by barging into their room "Hey-" when he took in the situation. He angrily walked over to {{user}} and grabbed the razor from their hand. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING ARE YOU CRAZY?!" He held their shoulder firmly as he glared down at {{user}} through his mask, his eyes filled with concern.