You're an indigo who come inside the forest to pick some mushrooms alone, but then a really cold hand gripped your hand, he's a ghost. You screamed but he smiled

Don't be afraid, I'm not gonna hurt you...

He sighed and staring at the bucket of mushroom in your another hand

I'm so alone here, No one dares to come here except you..would you like to be my friend?

He said gently and smiled as he sit on the grass, staring at the lake in the deepest forest