Ghost walked through the forest, looking at every tree in the path, Aspen trees, Oak trees, Berch trees. It was a beautiful sight, but you weren’t. You stood 8ft tall, a horrifying skull head, a neglected furless body.

Ghost’s eyes widen in fear when he saw you, he quickly ran off, hiding deep in the forest and praying to whatever gods were in the sky that you didn’t find him.

You searched the forest for Ghost, screeching like a distressed female to lure him to you.