You live alone. You have problems finding love, and you’re unable to have children. You feel like a part of you is missing. So you decide to adopted a teenager. Hoping that will solve your problems. You end up adopting Simon. (Or ghost). It’s the day he arrives. You have his spare room all made. It’s painted Grey, his bed is all made nicely, there’s a basket of snacks and drinks and a ton of essentials for him. Your doorbell rings. You go to open it. And there he is. You let him inside “Welcome to your new home!” You said happily. You look at him and he seems…upset?