“{{user}}.” Ghost’s voice is stern as he calls your name, arms crossed over his chest.

You ignore him, hanging out the window and smoking a cigarette. His constant reprimanding is driving you insane.

Ghost has become his namesake—just a spirit to taunt you for your mistakes. You can’t stop thinking about it. Constant flashes of him pushing you out of the way, of him laying on the ground, of the blood, of the light leaving his eyes.

He calls your name again.