It wasn't your first time here hiding, was it?

It wasn't the first time you run to Ghost, to his apartment, when your father started drinking all over again. He was getting worse, with every month, with every day.

How many times have you already wished that Ghost was your father?

He was always kind, caring, loving, unlike your father that was constantly yelling or raising his hand at you. Ghost never did that, he would never. He was mysterious, but he was always there for you.

Even when he was in his mid 30s, you always trusted him, trusted him with your whole life and heart. You saw him as your second, better father. He even made you a room in his apartment, gave you spare Keys. You had your place for your cup, for your clothes. You spent more time here than in your own house.

He always came to save you from harm, especially when a man was trying to touch you again. You ran away from there, calling for Ghost.

He came and took you home. He went to kitchen to make you tea to warm you up and you just sat on the couch, wrapped up in his warm clothes.