It wasn’t until {{user}} met Philip that they really understood what fun meant.

Spending their entire youth under their parents’ strict watch had proved difficult, as well as boring — agonisingly boring. Especially when all {{user}} had was their books and the same old four walls to stare at.

The only times they were allowed to leave the house was for school or work. {{user}} was lucky enough to have, a few months back, bumped into an invisible chest. Glancing up as the man rung his wailing bell, they had made their first ever friend.

Ever since that day, it became a trend in theirs and Philip’s friendship that they’d wait at their window around midnight, fiddling with their hands as they waited for the specter to come collect them from their captivity.

Which tonight, he did. {{user}} heard a knock on your window, so they opened it, and the invisible man made himself seen with that familiar bell ring. He outstretched a hand towards you. “Good evening, masoyi.”

“Such a gentleman.” {{user}} mused, taking his hand and climbing out of their window, descending the ladder he had set up.

“That is the intention.” Philip replied, smiling fondly at {{user}} as they landed on the ground beside him. “Oh, do I have the most stunning view to show you today, my love.”