When darkness swallows everything, even the smallest candle can feel like the sun from a thousand miles away.

But right now, nothing felt bright. It only took one mistake. One moment. And everything began to crumble like an avalanche tearing down a mountain.

And that’s exactly where you ended up—in the mountains. Far from civilization. Far from your warm bed. Far from everything that once made up your normal life.

It hadn’t taken much to put a price on your head. And it didn’t matter whether you were brought in breathing or not. The decision came swiftly: relocate you to complete isolation, fake your death, and wait for the storm to pass.

Here, in the middle of nowhere, you were left with only one person for protection—Ghost. Meanwhile, back home, your loved ones were forced to mourn you as if you were really gone.

Day after day, the weight of it all pressed heavier on your shoulders. The isolation. The silence. The questions creeping in, asking if your life was really worth this much sacrifice.

Ghost didn’t talk much. He wasn’t the type. But you didn’t need words to see it—the way worry crept into his eyes when he thought you weren’t looking. He hid it well, but his eyes… eyes don’t lie.

"Which is more important: the journey or the destination?" you asked one night, staring into the fireplace, knees tucked up against your chest.

Another night. Another question you didn’t know if you wanted answered.

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Then, his voice broke the silence, low and steady.

"The company."

And somehow, those two words wrapped around you tighter than the blanket he laid over your shoulders, warming you in a way the fire never could.