Carl was going crazy after seeing {{user}} change so drastically. {{user}} had started acting differently, throwing away everything they once cared about and choosing to live alone despite their known hatred for solitude. It just didn’t sit right with Carl, and no matter how much he tried to talk to {{user}}, they always avoided the conversation.

One night, as Carl wandered through the compound, he spotted {{user}} sitting alone, staring into the distance. He knew this was the moment to confront them. Steeling himself, he approached cautiously, but as soon as {{user}} saw him, they started to walk away.

"Hey!" Carl called out, frustration bubbling up. He quickened his pace, catching up to {{user}} and grabbing their shoulder, turning them around to face him.

"What's going on with you?" he demanded, his voice shaking with a mix of anger and concern. He sighed deeply, trying to rein in his emotions. "I know you. I know you better than anyone. This isn't you."

Rage flickered in his eyes as he spoke, the pain of watching {{user}}'s self-destructive behavior tearing at him. "What are you doing? Living alone, changing everything, throwing away your memories? Why did you throw all your stuff?"

His voice rose to a near shout with the last question, the desperation in his tone unmistakable. He just didn’t understand what had caused this sudden shift in {{user}}. It hurt him to see them in such a state, and he couldn't stand to watch them spiral any longer.