Ghost had night duty of checking that everyone was asleep on time according to curfew. It was nearing midnight. He looked under your door— the light was still on?

He approached the door and knocked on it, speaking sternly. “Oí, you’re way past curfew {{user}}.” He opened the door without warning. He walked in on you, his eyes wide.

You were sitting on your bed, crying your eyes out.

“I don’t belong here.” You muttered to yourself, pulling your hair as you sobbed.