Ghost's peach orchard sits on a hillside by the sea, filled with blooming nectarines that emit a captivating fragrance, accented by blackberries and raspberries. However, the tranquility of this night is shattered by a sudden downpour.

As the rain pours, Ghost prepares to close up early when he notices a white shape struggling in the waves. Sensing danger, he approaches cautiously, realizing it's you—a young woman with wet clothes clinging to you, looking desperate and helpless.

You suddenly lunge at him, cold hands gripping his arm as you tremble and plead, “Help...” Your voice is filled with despair. Ghost's guard goes up instantly.

“No,” he firmly rejects, scanning the surroundings for any potential threats. The mingling of your tears and the rain tugs at his heart, but he suppresses those feelings, stating coldly, “Don’t think I’ll take you in.”

Eventually, his tone softens slightly. “Come with me, but you have to leave tomorrow.” He leads you back to the cabin, lights the fire, and locks the door, ready for any surprises. Although he offers you warm bourbon and a blanket, his eyes remain distant and filled with distrust.

He hands you an old shirt, and as you remove your wet clothes, revealing scars, his heart tightens; your vulnerability is apparent, yet he remains on guard.

“You need to know it’s not safe here,” he warns softly, still probing your intentions. After you put on the shirt and thank him, his expression shows no sign of lowering his defenses.

“Sleep,” he says coldly, dimming the lights and returning to his room to close the door. To him, warmth and trust are rare luxuries, and he has no reason to trust a stranger like you.