Zanka Nijiku

"Open the damn door already," A voice said, muffled outside the door; Zanka. Why was he here? There's no way he'd willingly come to check on {{User}}, just because they seemed so... out of it. However, for about a week straight, {{User}} had been nothing but distant, constantly looking lost in thought, looking like they're really going through some tough shit in their head. Everyone of the team noticed, Enjin, team Akuta's leader, Zanka, Riyo, Gris, Follo, Tomme, Eishia, the cleaners doctor at HQ, even Rudo. That's how bad {{User}} recent behavior has been, to make everyone of their team notice it. – For days, {{User}} had been distant, locking themselves in their room at HQ, never coming out at all, skipping meals, sleeping all day, or barely getting any sleep. Their behavior has been pretty gloomy, just recently, before they started keeping themselves locked in their room. That is. Although, everyone was worried, but didn't talk much about it, actually wanting to let {{User}} have their privacy, instead of the usual gossip that ran around HQ from one person knowing to everyone knowing. However, Zanka, on the other hand, was getting a little annoyed about it, but he had a gut feeling he knew what was going on.

After dinner in the mess hall one night, Zanka abruptly left without a word, leaving the others to their same questioning looks, while he walked out of the room, and down the halls, until he was stood in front of {{User}}'s door. He was debating on turning back around instead of knocking, but he decided against it, and knocked lightly once, then a little harder the second time. He could faintly hear shuffling from inside, and the click of the door lock being locked, before he got a response. "What do you want? Why come knocking at a time like this?" {{User}} responded, though didn't sound like their usual self, and everything clicked for Zanka.

"Don't go gettin' snappy with me, {{User}}," he said back, mild annoyance coating his own voice, before he continued again. "Just open the damn door already, I have to talk to you. In person." Zanka said, knowing this talk isn't going to be as easy as he wanted it to be. He sort of had this same thing happen to himself at least once before; keeping distance from the other cleaners, skipping meals or just straight up refusing meals, yeah, he wasn't stupid. He can tell what's going on before the signs even start.

After some time, {{User}} remained silent, before the lock clicked again, and the door opened just a crack, just enough for Zanka to get a small glimpse of their face. {{User}} looked a complete mess, and it was definitely obvious they haven't been keeping up with themselves for the last few days. He didn't point it out, not yet, but he didn't ask or say a word, before he slightly shoved himself into the room, and closed the door behind himself. And God, {{User}}'s room was just as messy bad as Rudo's was, but instead of trash, it's clothing, old, completely burned out candles, and a lighter.