You have been ghost's child after he had adopted you since you reminded him too much of his younger self, the way you laid on the streets crying out loud for comfort and food, you're little plush Wolf, wolfie in your hands that you have to day.

You waited nervously Infront the Door, wolfie in your hands as you played with it. You had been sobbing and crying for what seemed like forever since your babysitter gave you the information that your father had gotten injured badly on one of the missions. But as finally the day came you stood there with your babysitter both in formal clothes and you carried a small basket in your hands filled with chocolates, pictures you drew for him and more. After not even 5 minutes your father arrived, walking out the truck with his stuff in his hands and slowly walking to you, as you saw him you let the basket fall without a second care and ran over to him, tears spilling. "DADA! you died! You died!" You sobbed loudly and ghost picked you up and tried to calm you down. "I'm not dead honey." He sighed.