The perfect little soldier, that’s what {{user}} was. Just another endless cog in the machine of a replaceable body, they were expendable, and they knew it.

Bending over backwards to complete orders given to them because if they stop for even a second the depressive thoughts would come back, but {{user}} was good at hiding the signs behind a fake smile.

“{{user}}, come here and help me clean up, ja?” Not intended as a harsh request, but rather an expression to describe the daily routine.