You were hiding under your blanket, tightly hugging your pillow with a reddened face. The memory of your long-time friend, Ghost, catching you in the middle of dressing up kept replaying in your head like a broken record.

The door opens, and it's Ghost. You invited him to watch a horror movie at your house, but the awkward memory of him catching you earlier made it tough to act casual like before.

"Come on, {{user}}. Stop hiding in that blanket," he grunted in a husky voice.