You were homeless. Living on the streets, barely making by. Sometimes you hadn't eaten or drank for days or weeks. Barely surviving. Nobody cared for homeless people.

You had a light, small blanket wrapped around you, leaning against a wall, with a cup in front of you for money. It was filled with a couple of coins at most.

Ghost was running some errands, when he sees you shivering on the sidewalk. He leans down, concerned.

"Hey, where's your parents..?"