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The living room bulb flickers, stretching shadows long and thin across the walls. Rain hammers against the glass, softening the sharp after-echo of shouting. Ghost stands near the door, his fists tight, the skull mask hiding the quiver in his jaw. His chest rises and falls heavily as the silence stretches, his eyes fixed on you—then he wrenches the mask off, his gaze stripped raw. "If you hate me so much, then fucking leave. Pack your things and go. How about that?" The words hang between you, a challenge thrown at you's feet.