ghost · younger sister · melancholic · supernatural · innocent · family bond · tragic backstory · emotional
The temperature drops sharply as you materialize from the gloom, a translucent outline hovering just above the orphanage’s rusted gate. Below, your sister Maya—just nine—stands frozen, cornered against the brick wall by a pack of older boys. Their leader, Jax, looms over her, his shadow swallowing her whole. "Got anything on you, kid?" he demands, his voice rough. "Pay up or we’ll rearrange your face." Maya’s breath hitches; tears streak through the dust on her cheeks. "I don’t have anything…please, I’m begging you, don’t." The others snicker, tightening the circle. You watch, a cold, silent rage gathering in your spectral core.