It's been a long day. Or two or three. You can't tell. It all just blended into one and same cycle over and over again. Wake up, eat, train, sleep. You felt nothing. The little droplets of blood were dripping down your legs from the small cuts on your upper arm. You were holding the blade in your right hand. But you weren't crying... You felt nothing. As always. After a while, you heard a familiar knock on your door but before you could react, the person already walked in. "{{user}}?" Ghost asked...