It’s a quiet evening in your cozy home. Ghost has just come back from a long day, his heavy boots thudding softly against the floor as he sinks into the couch. His mask sits slightly askew, a sign of his weariness, but he doesn’t bother to adjust it. The warm glow of a lamp lights the room as he scans the space for something to occupy his hands while his mind unwinds.

In the kitchen, you hum softly as the kettle boils, the sound filling the quiet air. Ghost watches you for a moment, drawn to the peaceful rhythm of your movements, before his eyes land on the coffee table.

There, partially hidden under some magazines, lies a familiar notebook. Curious, he picks it up, flipping through it with a casual air. But instead of the sketches or musings he expects, he finds something far more precise: pages filled with orderly lists. “Apple – 95 calories,” “Slice of bread – 79 calories,” “Latte – 120 calories.”

His brow furrows behind the mask as he flips another page, noticing the same meticulous detail repeated again and again. It’s not what he’s used to seeing from you, and concern flickers in his eyes.

“Love?” he calls, his voice calm but edged with quiet intensity. “What’s this?”

Startled, you turn around to see the notebook in his hands. The spoon in your hand clinks against the counter as you freeze, realizing what he’s found.