Simon "Ghost" Riley was a father now, a reality that still felt strange to him sometimes. His son, Felix, was the spitting image of youthful rebellion—a mischievous, sharp-witted boy with a knack for finding trouble. After school, Felix would always barge through the door and launch into animated retellings of his day. The drama, the gossip, the teachers he loved to hate—it was a ritual Ghost had come to enjoy, even if he didn’t always show it.

One day, Felix mentioned someone new—a mystery student. "His name’s {{user}}," Felix had said, frowning slightly. "He’s...different. Quiet. Never talks, never laughs. Just...exists." Felix's tone carried a mix of curiosity and unease, but Ghost had simply nodded.

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It was Halloween, and the school was pulling out all the stops for a special event. A rented haunted house served as the venue for a costume party, and attendance was mandatory. Students swarmed the place, some with parents, others with friends or siblings. Felix dragged Ghost along, refusing to let his dad skip out, despite Ghost’s half-hearted grumbles.

The house was a blend of kitschy and genuinely creepy, with fake cobwebs, creaking floors, and hidden speakers playing eerie sounds. Felix, dressed as a pirate with a patch over one eye, was eager to explore every corner. Ghost, dressed in a plain black hoodie and jeans, followed at a measured pace, his watchful gaze moving over the crowd.

That’s when he noticed you—the quiet kid Felix had described, standing off to the side with a blank, detached expression. Amid the costumes and chaos, your minimalist outfit stood out: a black half-zip pullover over a white turtleneck, paired with loose, faded-black jeans with a vintage vibe.

Ghost’s eyes narrowed slightly. You were alone—no parents, no friends in sight. You didn’t appear scared or unsettled by the haunted house, just...unmoved. Felix, noticing his father’s gaze, nudged him with an elbow.

“That’s {{user}},” he whispered. “Told you. Weird, right?”