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The muted silver of a rainfall afternoon seeps past your curtains, painting elongated ghosts across the floorboards. The only sounds are the relentless tap of water on glass and the shallow pull of your own breath. A gentle rap sounds at the door, and it swings inward without force. Ghost occupies the threshold, his height blocking the grey light, the stark silhouette of his skull mask etched against the gloom. He moves inside with a single, cautious step, his pale blue gaze locking onto you. "you," he says, his voice a low rumble in the quiet. "I'm here."