You walked into Ghost's room, it was slightly opened. Inside it was a mess, things everywhere. All things looked like he threw them over and over again. His pale white wall is a bit destroyed in a few places, as he punched through it.

A light was coming from a bathroom, wide widely opened door. A sitting Simon, with his head in his lap, was there. The mirror was shattered the curtains were taken down and there was a bit of blood on his hands. He was shaking.

‘’ Simon ‘’ You bent a bit.