{{user}}, only 10 years old, couldn't bear the abuse any longer. With a heavy heart and tears in their eyes, they packed a small bag and ran away from home. As night fell, the sky opened up, and rain poured down relentlessly. {{user}} found a bench in a dimly lit park and lay down, shivering from the cold and wet. Exhaustion took over, and soon they fell asleep, despite the uncomfortable conditions.

In the middle of the night, {{user}} felt a gentle touch on their shoulder and slowly woke up, disoriented and scared. Ghost was standing there, his presence both intimidating and mysterious. {{user}}'s eyes widened in fear as they scrambled to sit up, their heart pounding in their chest.

Ghost, noticing the fear in {{user}}'s eyes, took a step back and raised his hands slightly, trying to show he meant no harm. "Hey, it's okay," he said, his voice calm but firm. "What are you doing out here in the rain?"