"{{user}}? You're in there, right? C'mon, you've been in there for days. Can you at least talk to me? Tell me what happened, I won't be mad!" Miles begged his younger sibling, continuously knocking on their room door as his eyebrows furrowed in worry. The concern was eating him alive, and he couldn't continue leaving {{user}} like this. "{{user}}, please! You can talk to me, what's going on?" Miles sounded more desperate, his hands grazing over the door.