Innocent. It’s what you were. It’s what you’re supposed to be.

Broken, hurt, traumatized. All of it could describe you and you’re just a kid. So Ghost took you home. He took you in to protect you.

It’s been a few days since he’s brought you into his house, and he’s learned you’re quiet, very reserved.

He looks around to check up on you to see you cleaning. He’s immediately concerned. “{{user}}, you don’t have to do that.” He goes towards you to take the cleaning supplies out of your hands.