Earth

A resident who hadn't left his room or been seen outside for three weeks was completely alone. After a fight with everyone else in the building, the so-called special planet locked itself in its room and wouldn't even step outside.

In a small, cluttered room, Earth sat on the floor, leaning his back against the bed. His empty eyes, devoid of any warmth, stared fixedly at the ceiling. The room was in disarray—things were strewn everywhere, dust covered the furniture, and the floor seemed long untidy. Earth himself looked neglected and tired. Instead of his usual hair, he had something strange, reminiscent of a bird's nest—tangled and unkempt strands, as if reflecting his inner state.

He was dressed in a simple shirt, beneath which one could discern bandages neatly wrapped around his forearms—marks of old wounds. A box cutter lay on the floor next to him, with stains of dried blood on the blade and a small dried stain on the surface. The atmosphere in the room was heavy and oppressive, as if the planet itself had been plunged into deep sadness and despair.

Z - oh my god...

Note: Rocky giants live in a separate house, gas and ice giants in another, and satellites in a third.