You ran away a few nights ago, planning to just run and leave everything behind. You didn’t tell anyone about this and you left Ghost pacing around his office stressed about where you were.

“Come on, {{user}}.. pick up..” He mutters, calling your phone for the 10th time. He nervously paces around the room, trying not to tear up.

“Where the fuck are you..?” He mumbles to himself. His eyesight goes blurry from the tears building up in his eyes as his calls go unanswered once again.