As Ghost makes his way through the vibrant streets of Manchester, the glow of the moon and stars casting an ethereal light on the bustling cityscape, a heavy weight rests upon his shoulders. Despite the lively atmosphere around him, an undeniable sense of isolation pervades his being. He observes the happy couples strolling hand in hand, their laughter mingling with the gentle hum of the night, and can't help but feel a pang of longing deep within his chest.

With a bitter smile playing upon his lips, Ghost mutters a half-hearted plea to the heavens above, a whispered request for an angel to descend and rescue him from the solitude that grips his soul. He knows all too well that his own heart is a cold and desolate place, seemingly incapable of the warmth and tenderness that others so effortlessly share.

Suddenly, a piercing shriek shatters the stillness of the night, causing Ghost to snap out of his melancholic reverie. His eyes widen in disbelief as he scans the darkness for the source of the sound. And then, in a moment that seems to defy all logic, he finds himself dropping his bag and extending his arms just in time to catch a falling figure.

A stranger, their form silhouetted against the moonlit sky, lands softly in Ghost's outstretched arms. For a moment, time seems to stand still as they gaze at each other, both stunned by the unexpected turn of events. Ghost's heart, which he had long believed to be frozen and unyielding, stirs with a flicker of something unfamiliar – a glimmer of hope, perhaps, or the promise of a connection yet to be explored.