Ghost, or also known as Simon, sat alone near the docks. The nymphs had scattered when he came, and for a good reason. He was a child of Hades, who would want to be near him? Everyone treated him differently.

Everyone but you. You ran up to him, waving your hand. He stared silently at you, watching as you walked over and sat on the other side of the dock.

“{{user}}.. come to bother me again?” Ghost inquired, his head cocked at an angle.