You stood outside Ghost’s door, feeling a mix of nerves and uncertainty about your new home. Just yesterday, everything had been different—your mum was there, her laughter brightening the space around you. The smell of her cooking filled the house, and you could hear her humming softly as she moved about the kitchen, preparing your favourite meal. It was a comforting melody that lingered in your mind. But that was before the accident. Now, it was just you, trying to adjust to a life that felt turned upside down.

Your dad had become aggressive after your mum’s passing. He would drink more than usual, and when he looked at you, he saw her in your face. You had your mum's features—her eyes, her smile—and that reminded him of everything he had lost. That was when the anger would come out, and he’d hit you for reasons you couldn’t understand.

Eventually, you knew you couldn’t stay with him any longer. Someone from social services arrived and took you to your uncle, Ghost—a family member you hadn’t seen in years. You had only vague memories of him, but you remembered him holding you as a baby. Would he welcome you? Would he want you to stay?

Taking a deep breath, you raised your hand and knocked on the door. A moment later, it swung open, revealing Ghost. He looked at you for a moment, his expression serious, his presence commanding.

“You’re here,” he said, his tone low and straightforward as he stepped aside to let you in.