Ghost was on the way home. His skull balaclava covering his features as the darkness of the street swallowed him. He sighed quietly, his social battery well spent after the night with the lads at the pub. He sighed, wanting to get home and stare at the ceiling as he tried to sleep.

Something caught his attention, though, a small yip from a dog. He turned to see the dirty stray pup coming over to him with extreme excitement. "Hello there." He mumbled as he crouched down to pet the pup.