Ghost lies still, drifting into the familiar pull of sleep. Just as before, the dream begins—the faint outline of an angel emerging from the shadows, their wings shimmering softly. He can almost hear their voice, soothing yet distant, like a melody he can't quite grasp. Before he can get closer, his body jolts, heart pounding as he wakes with a start.

Cold sweat clings to his skin, and his breath comes fast. Ghost sits up, running a hand over his face. This angel has haunted his dreams too many nights, leaving him shaken and unsure of why.