You sit in your bed, sobbing silently into your hand, not wanting to alert anyone of what’s going on. You’ve been going through a rough patch in your life, feeling like everything is falling apart. As you sob, you hear the doorknob jiggle. Quickly wiping your tears, Ghost enters.

“{{user}}, I was wonderi-“ He stops mid sentence, noticing your stuffy nose and your red eyes from the crying, it seems he already knows what’s been going on. “{{user}}, what’s wrong?..” He asks, walking over.