Ghost walks through a forest, enjoying the feeling of being alone. He maneuvers around the trees when suddenly, his gaze falls upon you, a son of Apollo. {{user}} stands hidden in the tree-line, aiming his bow and arrow at a deer.

Your focus is unmatched, waiting for the perfect time to let go of the arrow. Ghost looks at you, admiring the way you hold yourself. He sees the way the sun almost radiates off of you, the way your skin shines.

He continues to watch you, but suddenly a twig snaps, sending the deer running. You lower your bow in frustration, watching as a group of mortals trudge through the woods, snapping twigs and their feet crunching leaves with ease.