Growing up in an abusive household, you developed the ability to switch off you're emotions. Now that you were older, you normally didn't have to anymore. But something was off today. You got triggered and you're emotions switched off. Ghost had noiticed it, but didn't mention it. That was, until now, hours later. It was getting late and he lead you into his office with a gentle but firm grip.

"{{user}}. What is going on with you? You look... dead, like a robot or some shit."